My good gal's trying to make a fool out of me Lord Lord
Yes my gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Tryin' to make me believe I ain't got that ole TB

When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me Lord
Lord
When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me hey
Cause my body rattles like a train on that ole SB
I got that TB blues

Here comes Norman Hamlet on the dobro
[ dobro ] He's got that ole TB too can tell by the way
he plays

Gee but the graveyard is a lonesome place
That old graveyard is a lonesome place
They put you on your back and put that mud down in
your face

I got that ole TB and I can't eat a bite Lord Lord
it's the truth
I got that ole TB I can't eat a bite honey baby
It's got me worried soul I can't even sleep at night
I got that TB blues

Honey baby OK ole TB blues