T. B. Sheets - Van Morrison

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.

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And I can almost smell your T.B.

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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.

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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