T.B. Blues Lyrics

.B. BLUES
(Jimmie Rodgers)
« © '31 Peer International, BMI »
My good gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Lord my gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Trying to make me believe I ain't got that old TB;
When 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 SP
I've got the TB blues
(Dobrou)

Gee but that graveyard is a lonesome place
Lord but that graveyard is a lonesome place
They put you on your back throw that mud down in your face
I've got the TB blues

I've got that old TB I can't eat a b***
Got that old TB I can't eat a b***
Got me worried so I can't even sleep at night
I've got the TB blues