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
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?

Written by:
BERNARD BESMAN, JOHN LEE HOOKER

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Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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