All of my friends come to see me last night I was layin' in my bed and dyin' Annie Bonneau, from Saint Angel, Say the weather down here, so fine Just then the wind came squalling through the dark But who can the weather command Just want to have a little peace to die And a friend or two I love at hand Fever roll up to a hundred and five Roll on up, gonna roll back down One more day, I find myself alive Tomorrow, maybe go beneath the ground See here how everything lead up to this day And it's just like any other day that's ever been Sun goin' up and then, the sun, it goin' down Shine through my window and my friends they come around Come around, come around The people might know, but the people don't care That a man can be as poor as me Take a look at poor Peter, he's lyin' in pain Now, let's go run and see Run and see.