T.B. Blues

T.B. Blues Track #11 2:57
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
John Lee Williamson — vocal and harmonica
with Walter Davis — piano, Big Bill Broonzy — guitar
Chicago July 21, 19'
Album: 'Sugar Mama'
The Essential Recordings of Sonny Boy Williamson
Indigo Recording Ltd IGOCD 2014
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com
(harmonica and guitar intro)
Now, but, ooh, the T. B's is killin’me
Now, an’I want my body buried
Way down in Jackson, Tennessee
Now, when I was upon my feet
An I couldn’t even walk down the street
Pretty women, lookin’at me From my head to my feet
But ooh, T.B.'s is killin’me
Now, an’I want my body buried
Way down in Jackson, Tennessee
I ain’t goin’to buy you no more pretty dresses
I ain’t gonna even, buy you no diamond ring
An’I’m 'onna a-sell my V8 Fo'
'Cause I don’t want a doggone thing
Because ooh, the T.B.'s a-killin'me
Now, an’I want my body buried
Way down in Jackson, Tennessee
Well now, my mother she said one thing
You know my father said the same
'You keep on foolin''round, Sonny Boy
They gon’change your name.'
But I told her, 'Ooh, mama T.B.'s is killin’me'
Now, an’I want my body buried
Down in Jackson, Tennessee
Well now, here I am here sick, baby
You know an’I’m, a-layin'here in my bed, now
Even won’t none of my friends, come an even
Rub my achin’head
Because ooh, 'n T.B.'s is killin’me
Now, an’I want my body buried
Way down in Jackson, Tennessee.