Country Music 1927 - 1980: Songs of Despair, Suicide, Murder, and Love

4. T. B. Blues – Jimmie Rodgers 1931

My good Gal’s trying to make a fool out of me
My good Gal’s trying to make a fool out of me
Trying to make me believe I don’t got that old TB

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 SP.
I've got the TB blues
.
I've got that old TB, I can't eat a bite,
I've got that old TB, I can't eat a bite,
Got me worried so, I can't even sleep at night.
I've got the TB blues.

I am fighting like a lion, looks like I'm going to lose,
I am fighting like a lion, looks like I'm going to lose,
'Cause there ain't nobody, ever whipped the TB blues.
I've got the TB blues.

Lord, that old graveyard is a lonesome place,
Lord, that old graveyard is a lonesome place,
They put you on your back, throw that mud down in your face.
I've got the TB blues.