The words are transcribed as best I can from CD issued by the magazine The Blues Collection. Sorry but words in [ ] were barely decipherable.

Dirty T.B Blues

Here I lay a-crying
Something is on my mind
It's midnight, wonder where the nurse can be

Ah feel down, not a friend in this town
I blew it all alone
Sisters are gone, brothers are too
Nowhere to call my own

I can't keep from crying
Left alone while I am dying
Yes, it may look crazy, for me to be on my knees

But if the lord [has given
he creeps up grapes and T.B] oh lord
Yes he railroaded me to the sanitarium

It's too late, too late, mother; I've finished my run
This is the way all good women are done
When they got the dirty T.B.

Yes I run around for months and months
From gin mill to gin mill to honky tonks
now it's too late
Yes look what I gone done, I got the dirty T.B.