It's too late, too late, too late, too late, too late It's too late, too late, too late, too late, too late I'm on my way to Deadville and mama must I hesitate She was runnin' with 25 or 30 men. And one man in the bus, she liked bestest of them all He was a sweetback man. And the mens was comin' around, they asks her what she want She didn't want nothin' from them then But when her sweetback man come around to ask her for one dime, you didn't see her no more Her mama walked up and said "Darlin' don't you worry" She looked at her mama and here' what she said: T.B.'s alright to have if your friends'd treat you so low down T.B.'s alright to have, friends'd treat you so low down Don't you ask 'em for no favors, they even stop a-comin' around Mama said "Daughter don't you worry", she looked at her mama, here' what she said: The T.B.'s killin' me The T.B.'s killin' me I'm a-like a prisoner, I'm always a-workin' this chain Her mama walked up to her daughter and said "Don't you worry" She began to think about it but she was on her feet Wearin' her high-heel slippers and her drop-stitch hose She walked around to her mama, here' what she said: And it's on my feet, couldn' even but walk down the street Where the men a-lookin' at me, from my head to my feet But it's late now, that T.B.s killin' me I want my body buried, in the deep blue sea These are the last few words she said Her mama walked up, looked down in her daughter's face, and here' what her daughter said I've got a-too-bercolosis, consumption is killin' me