Jimmie Rodgers - Whippin' That Old T.B.

Listen all you rounders, you ought to be like me
Don't worry about consumption, even if they call it T.B.

T.B., T.B., some say tonic is fine
You take all your medicine you want, I'll take good liquor for mine

Oh, the hospital and the doctor, done everything they could (Lord, Lord)
Happiness and the sunshine, Lord, it's done me all the good

Don't let that old T.B ever get you down (don't let it get you down)
First they want your insurance, then they want to plant you in the ground

Oh-de-lee-eee-eee-eee (spoken: play it boy, play that thing)

Just in your mind your troubles you forgot
Because good old contentment, it's going to help you a lot

Ain't no use to worry, no use to lay down and die
Cause nine times out of ten ain't nobody will cry