My good gal's trying
To make a fool out of me
Lord, my gal's trying
To make a fool out of meTrying to make me believe
I ain't got that old T.B.
I've got the T.B. bluesWhen it rained down sorrow
It rained all over me
When it rained down sorrow
It rained all over me'Cause my body rattles
Like a train on that old S.P.
I've got the T.B. bluesI've got that old T.B.
I can't eat a bite
Got that old T.B.
I can't eat a biteGot me worried soul
I can't even sleep at night
I've got the T.B. bluesI've been fightin' like a lion
Looks like I'm going to lose
I'm fightin' like a lion
Looks like I'm going to lose'Cause there ain't nobody
Ever whipped the T.B. blues
I've got the T.B. bluesGee but the graveyard
Is a lonesome place
Lord that graveyard
Is a lonesome placeThey put you on your back
Throw that mud down in your face
I've got the T.B. blues
Songwriters
HALL, RAYMOND E. / RODGERS, JIMMIEPublished by
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing