Don′t you know, TB is killing me
Don't you know, don′t you know now, the TB is killing me
Well I want my body buried down at Jackson, Tennessee
I want my body buried now people, down at Jackson, Tennessee
When I was on my bed o' affliction, wouldn't nobody come around
On my bed o′ affliction now man, wouldn′t nobody even come around
When I was on my feet, now I had friends for miles around
I said oh, whoa-oh
When I lay down crying, crying all into myself
I was in pain, TB was killing me
Lord have mercy on me
Help me, I ain't got no friend
Writer(s): John Lee Hooker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
