Luyện nghe bài hát T.B. Blues

T.B. Blues Track #11
Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
John Lee Williamson - and harmonica
with Walter Davis - piano, Big Bill - guitar
July 21, 1939
Album: 'Sugar
The Essential Recordings of Boy Williamson
Recording Ltd IGOCD 2014
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(harmonica and intro)

Now, but, ooh, the T.B's is me
Now, an' I my body buried
Way in Jackson, Tennessee

Now, when I was upon my
An I couldn't even walk the street
women, lookin' at me
From my head to my

But ooh, T.B.'s is me
Now, an' I want my buried
Way down in Jackson,

I ain't goin' to buy you no pretty dresses
I ain't gonna even, buy you no diamond
An' I'm a-sell my V8 Fo'
I don't want a doggone thing

Because ooh, the T.B.'s me
Now, an' I my body buried
Way down in Jackson,

Well now, my mother she one thing
You know my father said the
'You on foolin' 'round, Sonny Boy
They gon' your name.'

But I her, 'Ooh, mama T.B.'s is killin' me'
Now, an' I want my body
Down in Jackson,

Well now, I am here sick, baby
You know an' I'm, a-layin' in my bed, now
Even won't none of my friends, come an
Rub my achin'

Because ooh, 'n T.B.'s is me
Now, an' I want my body
Way in Jackson, Tennessee.

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