T.b. Blues Lyrics - Sonny Boy Williamson I

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, 1939 

Album: 'Sugar Mama' 

The Essential Recordings of Sonny Boy Williamson 

Indigo Recording Ltd IGOCD 2014 

Transcriber: [email protected] 

(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 

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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 

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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. 

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