I'll take up my fiddle and rosin my bow I'll make myself welcome wherever I go Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel I'll eat when I'm hungry and drink when I'm dry If a tree don't fall on me I'll live till I die Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel I buy my own whiskey, I make my own gin If I get drunk madam, It's turning me in Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel Oh whiskey, oh brandy, you're no friend to me You killed my old father, and you trouble my mind Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel Way out on Clinch Mountain I wander alone Drunk as the devil and long aways from home Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel Hic‐cough, O Lawdy, how bad do I feel