I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?
It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead."
I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?
You know, it said, "Hurry, hurry, how come the gal you love is dead?"
So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
When I got there she was layin on a coolin board
I grabbed up my suitcase, and I said and I took off down the road
I said, but when I got there she was already layin on a coolin board
Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face
Said, the good ole gal got to lay here til the Judgment Day
I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face
I said the good ole gal, she got to lay here til the Judgment Day
Looked like there was 10,000 people standin round the buryin ground
I didn't know I loved her til they laid her down
Looked like 10,000 were standin round the buryin ground
You know I didn't know I loved her til they damn laid her down
Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
I wouldn't mistreat you baby, for my weight in gold
I said, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
You know I wouldn't mistreat nobody, baby, not for my weight in gold
Well, I folded up my arms and I slowly walked away
I said, "Farewell honey, I'll see you on Judgment Day."
Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away
I said, "Farewell, farewell, I'll see you on the Judgment Day."
You know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray
The blues came along and drove my spirit away
I went in my room, I said I bowed down to pray
I said the blues came along and drove my spirit away
You know I didn't feel so bad, til the good ole sun went down
I didn't have a soul to throw my arms around
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