Lyrics: T. B. Blues

(Jimmie Rodgers)

My good gal's trying to make a fool out of me, Lord, Lord
Yes, my gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Tryin' to make me believe I ain't got that ole T. B.

When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me, Lord, Lord
When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me, hey
'Cause my body rattles like a train on that ole S.B.
I got that T. B. blues.

Here comes Norman Hamlet on the dobro
--- Instrumental ---
He's got that ole T. B. too, can tell by the way he plays.

Gee, but the graveyard is a lonesome place
That old graveyard is a lonesome place
They put you on your back and put that mud down in your face.

I got that ole T. B. and I can't eat a bite, Lord, Lord, it's the truth
I got that ole T. B., I can't eat a bite, honey, baby
It's got me worried soul I can't even sleep at night
I got that T. B. blues.

Honey, baby, OK, ole T. B. blues...