Death Letter

I got a letter this mornin', how do you reckon it read? It said the man you 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 man you love is dead?" Well I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road When I got there he 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 he was already layin on a coolin board Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face Said, the good ole boy got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in his face I said the good ole boy, he 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 him til they laid him down Looked like 10, 000 were standin' round the buryin ground You know I didn't know I loved him 'til they damn laid him down Got up this mornin' Seen the break of day Hmmm I was huggin' the pillow Where my sick man used to lay Oh hush, thought I heard him call my name Once so loud So nice and plain (yeah, hmmm)