The 1926 version:

It's too late, too late,too late, too late, to late, (x2)
I'm on my way to Denver and mama must I hesitate.

TB's all right to have if your friends didn't treat you so low down
(X2)
Don't you ask 'em for no favors, they even stop coming around.

Mmm... TB's killing me (x2)
I'm like a prisoner, always wishing he was free.

(Undecipherable) I could not walk down the street,
For the mens lookin' at me,
From my head to my feet,
And ohhh, now, the TB's killing me,
I want my body buried, in the deep blue sea,
Mmm... the TB's killing me.