Merle Haggard
Текст песни T. B. Blues

(Jimmie Rodgers)

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
--- Instrumental ---

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...