Tb Blues

It's too late, too late
Too late, too late, too late
It's too late, too late
Too late, too late, too late

I'm on my way to Denver
God knows I can't hesitate
TB's is all right to have
But your friends treat you so lowdown
TB's all right to have
Friends treat you so lowdown
Don't you ask 'em for a favor
'Cause they'll even stop coming around

When I was on my feet
I couldn't walk down the street
People looking at me
From my head to my feet
But, Lord, now
TB's is killing me
Yes, I'm like a prisoner
Always wishing he's free

When I was on my feet
I couldn't walk down the street
People looking at me
From my head to my feet
But, Lord, now
TB's is killing me

I've got the tuberculosis
Consumption is killing me