Jug Band Music The Lovin' Spoonful

I was down in Savannah
Eatin' cream and bananas
When the heat just made me faint
I began to get cross-eyed
I thought I was lost, I'd
Begun to see things as they ain't
As the relatives gathered
To see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I dyin'
But the doctor said "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"

I was told a little tale
About a skinny as a rail
Eight-foot cowboy with a headache
He was hung-up in the desert slottin' rats
And tryin' to get a drink of water
With his knees a-gettin' mud-caked
And I'll tell you in a sentence
How he stumbled into Memphis
Tennessee, hardly crawlin' lookin' dust-baked
We gave him little water, a little bit of wine
He opened up his eyes
But they didn't seem to shine
And the doctor said "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"