T.B.'s Killin' Me
John Lee Hooker
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Now, but, oh, the T.B is killing me Oh, yeah, baby, the T.B is killing me Yes, I want my body buried Way down in Jackson, Tennessee When I was on my bed afflicted, baby You didn't even down to come around When I was sick and in my bed, baby You wouldn't even down to come around And you know one thing, baby The TB was killing me When I was up on my feet I had friends all over town When I was up on my feet I had friends all over town But when I got sick and in my bed I didn't have a friend that came around Oh, now, the TB is killing I declare, I declare, I declare Don't you know the TB is killing me? Someone should write to my mother Lord, and tell her the shape I in I sit by your will, everybody I believe this is the end I sit by your will, everybody And don't you know And don't you know The TB is killing me?
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Written by: BERNARD BESMAN, JOHN LEE HOOKER
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