Lyrics:

My good gal's trying
To make a fool out of me
Lord, my gal's trying
To make a fool out of me

Trying to make me believe
I ain't got that old T.B.
I've got the T.B. blues

Well I'm so worried that I don't know what to do
Jeah I'm so worried that I don't know what to do
Cause my body rattles like a train on that old SP
I've got the TB blues

Gee but the graveyard is a lonesome place
That old graveyard is a lonesome place
Put you on your back put that mud down in your face
I've got the TB blues
I've got the TB blues