Here I lay a-cryin'

Somethin' is on my mind

It's midnight, I wonder where the nurse can be?



TB's got me, all my friends have thrown me down

TB's got me, and all my friends have thrown me down

But they treated me so nice, when I was able to run around



Oh, my poor lungs are hurtin' me so

Mmmm, my poor lungs are hurtin' me so

I don't get no peace or comfort, no matter where I go



Lord, my good man don't want me no more

Mmmm, my good man don't want me no more

well I wish I was dead and in the land I'm doomed to go