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T B Sheets Lyrics

from Brown Eyed Girl

"T B Sheets" is track #15 on the album Brown Eyed Girl. It was written by Hooker, John Lee.
"T B Sheets" is track #15 on the album Brown Eyed Girl. It was written by Hooker, John Lee.

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Now listen, Julie baby
It ain't natural for you to cry in the midnight
Ain't natural for you to cry way into midnight through
Until the wee small hours long 'fore the break of dawn
Oh Lord

Now Julie, an' there ain't nothin' on my mind
More further 'way than what you're lookin' for
I see the way you jumped at me, Lord, from behind the door
And looked into my eyes

Your little star struck innuendos
Inadequacies an' foreign bodies
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
Numbs my brain
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
Numbs my brain, oh Lord

So open up the window and let me breathe
I said, open up the window and let me breathe
I'm looking down to the street below, Lord, I cried for you
I cried, I cried for you, oh Lord

The cool room, Lord is a fool's room
The cool room, Lord is a fool's room
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
On your sick bed

I gotta go, I gotta go
And you said, "Please stay, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna drink of water, I wanna drink of water
Go in the kitchen get me a drink of water"
I said, "I gotta go, I gotta go, baby"

I said, "I'll send, I'll send somebody around later
You know we got John comin' around here later
With a bottle of wine for you, baby, but I gotta go"

The cool room, Lord is a fool's room
The cool room, Lord, Lord is a fool's room, a fool's room
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B

I gotta go
I'll send around, send around one that grumbles later on, babe
See what I can pick up for you, you know that
Yeah, I got a few things gotta do

Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, don't worry
Go, go, go, I've gotta go, gotta go, gotta, gotta go
Gotta go, gotta go, all right, all right

I turned on the radio
If you wanna hear a few tunes, I'll turn on the radio for you
There you go, there you go, there you go baby, there you go

You'll be all right, too, yeah
I know it ain't funny, it ain't runny at all, baby
Always laying in the cool room, man, laying in the cool room

Songwriters
HOOKER, JOHN LEE

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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