T.B. Blues Lyrics
T.B. Blues - Victoria Spivey
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
Mmmmmmmm
TB's killin' me
Mmmmmmmm
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 ohhh now
The TB's killin' me
I want my body buried
In the deep blue sea
Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmm
The tuberculosis
The consumption's killin' me