T. B. Blues - Merle Haggard

My good gal’s trying to make a fool out of me

Lord my gal’s trying to make a fool out of me

Trying to make me believe I ain’t got that old TB

I’ve got the TB blues

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

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’ve been fightin' like a lion looks like I’m going to lose

I’ve been fightin' 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

Gee but that graveyard is a lonesome place

Lord but that graveyard is a lonesome place

They put you on your back throw that mud down in your face

I’ve got the TB blues