My good gal's trying to make a fool outta me Lord, my gal trying to make a fool outta me Tryin' to make me believe I ain't got that old T.B. I've got the T.B. blues
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 T.B. blues
I've got that old T.B., I can't eat a bite Got that old T.B., I can't eat a bite Got me worried so I can't even sleep at night I've got the T.B. blues
I've been fightin' like a lion, looks like I'm going to lose I'm fighting like a lion, looks like I'm going to lose 'Cause ain't nobody ever whip the T.B. blues I've got the T.B. blues
Gee, but the graveyard is a lonesome place Lord, that old graveyard is a lonesome place They put you on your back, throw that mud down in your face I've got the T.B. bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
