verse 1
C7
My good gal’s trying to make a fool out of me.
F C
My gal’s trying to make a fool out of me,
G7 C
Trying to make me believe I ain’t got that old T.B.
G7 C
I’ve got the T.B. blues.
verse 2
C7
When it rained down sorrow, it rained all over me.
F C
When it rained down sorrow, it rained all over me,
G7 C
Cause my body rattles like a train on that old S.P.
G7 C
I’ve got the T.B. blues.
verse 3
C7
I’ve got that old T.B., I can’t eat a bite.
F C
Got that old T.B., I can’t eat a bite.
G7 C
Got me worried so I can’t even sleep at night.
G7 C
I’ve got the T.B. blues.
verse 4
C7
I’ve been fightin’ like a lion, looks like I’m going to lose.
F C
I’ve been fightin’ like a lion, looks like I’m going to lose,
G7 C
Cause there ain’t nobody ever whipped the T.B. blues.
G7 C
I’ve got the T.B. blues.
verse 5
C7
Gee, but that graveyard is a lonesome place.
F C
Gee, but that graveyard is a lonesome place.
G7 C
They put you on your back, throw that mud down in your face.
G7 C
I’ve got the T.B. blues.