T.B. BLUES   (Jimmie Rodgers)   « © '31 Peer International, BMI »      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 TB   I've got the TB blues   When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me   When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me   Cause my body rattles like a train on that old SP   I've got the TB blues   I've got that old TB I can't eat a bite   Got that old TB I can't eat a bite   Got me worried soul I can't even sleep at night   I've got the TB blues   I've been fightin' like a lion looks like I'm going to lose   I've been fightin' like a lion looks like I'm going to lose   Cause there ain't nobody ever with the TB blues   I've got the TB blues   Gee but that graveyard is a lonesome place   Lord but that graveyard is a lonesome place   They put you on your back throw that mud down in your face   I've got the TB blues