T.B. Blues

[Intro]
Now this is the TB blues
The first woman had the TB she died. The woman didn't have but one child in the world, and that was a girl, and every time she'd come to her bed, she would look up at her mother, and the man she was going with was maybe 25 or 30, but anyhow, one man in the bunch was a sweet-backed man, and all the rest of the men [?] she asked them, "Did you want anything?" She wouldn't have it. She asked the sweet-backed man for one dime; he didn't have no dime and she worried about it all the time he was gone
[Verse 1]
It's too late too late too late too late too late
It's too late too late too late too late too late
I'm on my way to Denver
Mama must have had [?]
TB's alright to have but you're friends'll treat you so low down
TB's alright to have but you're friends'll treat you so low down
Don't you ask them for no favour they'll even stop a'comin around
Mmm the TB is killing me
Mmm the TB is killing me
My mama [?] in the street
Well lord my feet couldn't even but walk down the street
But the men they're are looking at me from my head to my feet
But they're dead now and TB is killing me
I want my body buried in the deep blue sea
Mmm
Mmm
I got two [?] cause something is killing me
Alright get out [?] talkin to me
You're doin alright
Well lord my feet couldn't even but walk down the street
But the men they're are looking at me from my head to my feet
They're dead now and TB is killing me
I want my body buried in the deep blue sea