Words and Music by Bob Dylan 1981 Special Rider Music
Some say it was radiation, some say there was acid on the microphone, Some say a combination that turned their hearts to stone, But whatever it was, it drove them to their knees. Oh, Legionnaire's disease. I wish I had a dollar for everyone that died within that year, Got 'em hot by the collar, plenty an old maid shed a tear, Now within my heart, it sure put on a squeeze. Oh, that Legionnaire's disease. Granddad fought in a revolutionary war, father in the War of 1812, Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself, But whatever it was, it came out of the trees. Oh, that Legionnaire's disease.