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T.B. Sheets - Van Morrison
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Al Gorgoni
Al Gorgoni
Guitar
Eric Gale
Eric Gale
Guitar
Garry Sherman
Garry Sherman
Organ
Gary Chester
Gary Chester
Drums
Hugh McCracken
Hugh McCracken
Guitar
Russ Savakus
Russ Savakus
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Lee Hooker
John Lee Hooker
Composer
Van Morrison
Van Morrison
Songwriter
Garry Sherman
Garry Sherman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bert Russell
Bert Russell
Producer
Arthur Brooks
Arthur Brooks
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Now, listen, Julie baby It ain't natural for you to cry in the midnight It ain't natural for you to cry when the midnight comes... Into 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. sheets And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets On your sick bed 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'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 And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets 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 going too Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, don't worry Go, go, go, go, gotta go Gotta, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go All right all right I turned on the radio, wanna hear a few tunes 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 funny at all, baby You laying in the cool room, man You laying in the cool room, in the cool room
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