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 S.P. 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 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. blues
Gee but the graveyard Is a lonesome place Lord 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.
