Going Down Slow

I have had my fun
If I never get well no more
I have had my fun
If I never get well no more
Though my health is failing me
Oh yeah, I'm goin' down slow

Please write my mother
Tell her the shape I'm in
Please write my mother
Tell her the shape I'm in
Tell her to pray for me
Please forgive me for my sin

I say on the next train south
You can look for my clothes back home
Lord, on that next train south
Oh, you can look for my clothes back home
Well, if you don't see my body
All you do is weep and [?]

If you see my father
Tell him not to waste no tears
If you see my father
Tell him not to waste no tears
I've been living bad and reckless
Whoa, all down those years