Starve a Fever
JAMES BOSTEK, JOHN K BUNKLEY
Starve a fever
Feed a cold
Can't forget the ills
That I've been sold
Can't forget the blues
Those awful ways
Slap me once slap me twice
And send me on my ways
Starve a fever
Cool a chill
O God
I feel so ill
Been there once
Comin' too soon
Jump back step back
And spit at the moon
'Bout one or two
Took us for a trip
No passport needed
Just your nice fat lips
'Bout one or two
Took us for a spin
Time to get back in line
And do it all again
Starve a fever
Feed a cold
Can't forget the ills
That I've been sold
Can't forget the blues
Those awful ways
Slap me once slap me twice
And send me on my ways
Send me on my ways
Send me on my way
Got to send me
Got to send me
Got to send me
Got to send me on my ways
Got to send me
Got to send me
Got to send me
Got to send me on my ways