Letras T.B. Is Killing Me - John Lee Hooker

T.B. Is Killing Me

Now, but, oh, the T. B is killing me Oh, yeah, baby, the T. B is killing me Yes, I want my body buried\nWay down in Jackson, Tennessee\nWhen I was on my bed afflicted, baby\nYou didn’t even down to come around\nWhen I was sick and in my bed, baby\nYou wouldn’t even down to come around\nAnd you know one thing, baby\nThe TB was killing me When I was up on my feet\nI had friends all over town\nWhen I was up on my feet\nI had friends all over town\nBut when I got sick and in my bed\nI didn’t have a friend that came around\nOh, now, the TB is killing\nI declare, I declare, I declare\nDon’t you know the TB is killing me?\nSomeone should write to my mother\nLord, and tell her the shape I in\nI sit by your will, everybody\nI believe this is the end\nI sit by your will, everybody\nAnd don’t you know\nAnd don’t you know\nThe TB is killing me?