Tuberculosis is a deadly disease that attacks the lungs. It's been around since ancient times and there's something about it that compels stories about the suffering it causes. This is a cover of an old Victoria Spivey song.
As I lay here crying. Something is on my mind.
It's midnight. Wonder where the nurse could be.
I feel down not a friend in this town.
Blue and all alone.
SIsters are gone, brothers are too.
No one to call my own.
I can't keep from crying.
Left alone while I am dying.
It may seem crazy for me to plead on my knees.
But if the Lord have giveth he could just break this T.B
Yes he railroaded me, to the sanitarium.
It's too late mother I've finished my run.
Now look at me. Here's what I've gone done.
I've got the dirty T.B.
Yes, I run around for months and months.
From gin mill to gin mill. To honky tonk.
Now it's too late look what I've gone done.
I've got the dirty T.B