T.B. Sheets - Van Morrison

Now listen, Julie baby,\nit ain’t natural for you to cry in the midnight.\nIt ain’t natural for you to cry way into midnight through,\nUntil the wee small hours long 'fore the break of dawn,\nOh Lord, huh uh ha. Ha.\nNow Julie, an' there ain’t nothin' on my mind\nMore further 'way than what you’re lookin' for.\nI see the way you jumped at me, Lord, from behind the door\nAnd looked into my eyes.\nYour a little star struck innuendos\nInadequacies an' foreign bodies,\nAnd the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane\nNumbs my brain,\nAnd the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane\nNumbs my brain, oh Lord.\nHa, so open up the window and let me breathe.\nI said open up the window, shh shh shh shh shh and let me breathe.\nI’m looking down to the street below, Lord, I cried for you,\nHa ha, I cried, I cried for you, ha ha. Oh, Lord.\nThe cool room, Lord is a fool’s room.\nThe cool room, Lord is a fool’s room.\nAnd I can almost smell your T.B. sheets\nAnd I can almost smell your T.B. sheets\nOn your sick bed.\nI gotta go, I gotta go And you said, «Please stay, I wanna, I wanna,\nI want a drink of water, I want a drink of water,\nGo in the kitchen get me a drink of water.»\nI said, «I gotta go, I gotta go, baby.»\nI said, «I'll send, I’ll send somebody around here later.\nYou know we got John comin' around here later\nWith a bottle of wine for you, baby — but I gotta go.»\nThe cool room, Lord is a fool’s room,\nThe cool room, Lord, Lord is a fool’s room, a fool’s room.\nAnd I can almost smell your T.B. sheets,\nI can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B.\nI gotta go, I gotta go.\nI’ll send around, send around one that grumbles later on, babe.\nWe’ll see what I can pick up for you, you know.\nYeah, I got a few things gotta do.\nDon’t worry about it, don’t worry about it, don’t worry.\nHuh uh, go, go, go, I’ve gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,\nGotta go, gotta go, huh uh, all right, all right, huh huh huh.\nI turned on the radio,\nIf you wanna hear a few tunes, I’ll turn on the radio for you.\nThere you go, there you go, there you go, baby, there you go, huh.\nYou’ll be all right, too, huh huh, ha ha, yeah.\nI know it ain’t funny, it ain’t runny at all, baby,\nAlways laying in the cool room, man, laying in the cool room,\nIn the cool room, in the cool room.