| Now, but, oh, the T. B is killing me
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| Oh, yeah, baby, the T. B is killing me
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| Yes, I want my body buried
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| Way down in Jackson, Tennessee
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| When I was on my bed afflicted, baby
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| You didn’t even down to come around
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| When I was sick and in my bed, baby
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| You wouldn’t even down to come around
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| And you know one thing, baby
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| The TB was killing me
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| When I was up on my feet
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| I had friends all over town
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| When I was up on my feet
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| I had friends all over town
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| But when I got sick and in my bed
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| I didn’t have a friend that came around
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| Oh, now, the TB is killing
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| I declare, I declare, I declare
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| Don’t you know the TB is killing me?
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| Someone should write to my mother
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| Lord, and tell her the shape I in
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| I sit by your will, everybody
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| I believe this is the end
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| I sit by your will, everybody
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| And don’t you know
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| And don’t you know
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| The TB is killing me? |