BAD CASE OF LOVE
B.B. King - 1968


I got a bad case of love 
I got a bad case of love 
I got a bad case of love 
I got a bad case of love 
I got a bad case of love 
People, my heart is filled with misery 

I live in loneliness, never get no rest 
Went to see a love doctor to get out of this mess 
Took a look at me before he cast his spell 
Shook his head, then began to yell 

You got a bad case of love 
You got a bad case of love 
You got a bad case of love 
Boy, your heart is filled with misery 

I said, 'Doctor, doctor, please do something for me 
I feel like a man going through the third degree 
Can't sleep at night, can't eat a bite 
Since she been gone nothing ever goes right' 

He said, 'Son, I know just how you feel 
You love your baby and you always will 
But your wind is short, your pulse is weak 
It won't be long before you're six feet deep' 

You got a bad case of love 
You got a bad case of love 
You got a bad case of love 
Boy, your heart is filled with misery  



(Contributed by Bette Carl - December 2002)