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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Cassandra Wilson
Chant
Brandon Ross
Guitare acoustique
Mark Anthony Peterson
Basse
Dianne Reeves
Chant
Cyro Baptista
Percussion
Kevin Breit
Guitare électrique
Dougie Bowne
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Son House
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Craig Street
Production
Danny Kapelson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Bill Emmons
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Fred Kervorkian
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Tom Schick
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
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)
Writer(s): Son House
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