John Lee Hooker – T.B. Is KIlling Me Lyrics

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? 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?