T.B. Blues – Gene Autry

My good gal is trying to make a fool out o’ me
Trying to make me believe I’ve got that old TB
I’ve got the TB blues

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 TB blues

I’ve got that old TB, I can’t eat a bit
Got me worried so, I can’t even sleep at night
I’ve got the TB blues

I’ve been fighting like a lion, looks like I’m goin’ to lose
I am fighting like a lion, looks like I’m goin’ to lose
‘Cause ain’t nobody ever with the TB blues
I’ve got the TB blues

Gee, but the graveyard is a lonesome place
Lord, that old graveyard is a lonesome place
That put you on your back, throw that mud down in your face
I’ve got the TB blues