Tb Blues

Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late
It's too late, too late, too late, too late, too late
Well, I'm on my way to Denver
And mama, mustn't I hesitate

TB's alright to have if your friends didn't treat you so low down
TB's alright to have if your friends didn't treat you so low down
Don't you ask 'em for no favours
They even stop comin' around

Mmm, TB's killin' me
Mmm, TB's killin' me
I'm like a prisoner, always wishin' he's free

When I was up on my feet, I could not walk down the street
For the men's lookin' at me from my head to my feet
But oh now, the TB's killin' me
I want my body buried in the deep blue sea

Mmmm
Mmmm
That the tuberculosis, the consumption's killin' me