My good gal's trying to make a fool out of me Lord Lord
Yes my gal's trying to make a fool out of me
Tryin' to make me believe I ain't got that ole TB
When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me Lord Lord
When it rained down sorrow it rained all over me hey
Cause my body rattles like a train on that ole SB
I got that TB blues
Here comes Norman Hamlet on the dobro
[ dobro ] He's got that ole TB too can tell by the way he plays
Gee but the graveyard is a lonesome place
That old graveyard is a lonesome place
They put you on your back and put that mud down in your face
I got that ole TB and I can't eat a bite Lord Lord it's the truth
I got that ole TB I can't eat a bite honey baby
It's got me worried soul I can't even sleep at night
I got that TB blues
Honey baby OK ole TB blues
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We have we have a song that we wanna do for this album
It's one called When Did Right Become Wrong
It was written by a good friend of mine and I've always loved this song
Would you welcome Tommy Collins back out as he holds the paper for me
On a song I've never done before on stage
We hope you like it
It's kind of a slow ballad type song somethin' like that
