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. blues