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I do hate to see a rover riddled in the stones Now he's one step nearer to the ground And I do hate to see a hawker Broken in the bones Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down Everybody's got the sickness, everybody's down Running to the doctor with a pound Doctor, doctor, do you have a needle Big enough for me Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down My friend Willywell he looks so ill His face as white as milk Everybody runs for miles when he's in town He's got every known disease And some without a name Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down If you want to live to be Letras de cancionesA poor man or a prince Pay good attention when Evil times abound Always listen to what your mother said And stay in bed at night Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down From Letras Mania