Lyrics

You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine Third roll lucky first two on the rocks You suppose I'd learn from all the hard knocks Just when I think I got it won Here come boxcars and I'm all done You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine Oh my baby look I've done Took all our money and gave you none If I could change you know I would But cryin' on spilt wine ain't no good Lord have mercy the wind's way too cold Hate to admit that I'm getting old Strange how weak my hands have grown Gotta roll once more before I'm all gone You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine (yes you do) You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine (yes you do) You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine (every day) You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine (I'm telling you) You gotta take your medicine You gotta take your medicine (yeah)
Writer(s): Bob Barraclough Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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