T. B. Woman Blues
 

It's too late too late : too late too late too late
I'm on my way to Denver : and mama must I hesitate

T B's all right to have : if your friend didn't treat you so lowdown
Don't you ask them for no favor : they even stop a‑coming around

Mmm : this T B is killing me
I'm a‑like a prisoner : I'm always a‑working the street

When I was on my feet : couldn't even walk down the street
I want my body buried : in the deep blue sea

Mmm : mmm
I got tuberculosis : consumption is killing me