T.B. Sheets

Van Morrison

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

    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 a 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

    Ha, so open up the window and let me breathe
    I said open up the window, shh shh shh shh shh and let me breathe
    I'm looking down to the street below, Lord, I cried for you
    Ha ha, I cried, I cried for you, ha ha. 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

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    I gotta go, I gotta go
    And you said, " Please stay, I wanna, I wanna
    I want a drink of water, I want a 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'end, I'll send somebody around here 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 gotta go
    I'll send around, send around one that grumbles later on, babe
    We'll see what I can pick up for you, you know
    Yeah, I got a few things gotta do
    Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, don't worry
    Huh uh, go, go, go, I've gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
    Gotta go, gotta go, huh uh, all right, all right, huh huh huh

    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, huh

    You'll be all right, too, huh huh, ha ha, 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
    In the cool room, in the cool room

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