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 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 soul, I can't even sleep at night I've got the T.B. blues
I've been fighting like a lion, looks like I'm going to lose I've been fighting like a lion, looks like I'm going to lose 'Cause there ain't nobody ever with the T.B. blues I've got the T.B. blues
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 T.B. bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
