From the recording LIVE in a Field of Bluegrass
Lyrics
Written by: Jimmie Rodgers
De-yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-de-lee-da-lay-dee
Listen all you rounders, you ought to be like meDon't worry about consumption, even if they call it T.B.
De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-dee
T.B., T.B., some say tonic is fineYou take all your medicine you want, I'll take good liquor for mine
De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-ee
Oh, the hospital and the doctor, done everything they could (Lord, Lord)Happiness and the sunshine, Lord, it's done me all the good
De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-ee
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 forgotBecause good old contentment, it's going to help you a lot
De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-ee
Ain't no use to worry, no use to lay down and dieCause nine times out of ten ain't nobody will cry
De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-ee
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