My good gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Yes, my gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Trying to make me believe
I ain't got that ol' T
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 ripples
Like a train on that old SP
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I got that old TB, I can't eat a bite
Got that old TB, I can't eat a bite
Got me worried soul,
I can't even sleep at night
I've been fightin' like a lion, looks like I'm goin' to you
I've been fightin' like a lion, looks like I'm goin' to you
'Cause there ain't nobody ever
With the TB blues
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Gee, but that graveyard is a lonesome place, hey, hey
Lord, but that graveyard is a lonesome place
They put you on your back
Put that mud down in your face