Postman Blues (feat. Tab Smith & His Orchestra)

Baby, when you receive this letter

I hope it will explain

Yes baby, when you receive this letter

I hope it will explain

Because I was too unfaithful

And I'm home in bed and sick with pain

All my friends told me, that you were just a clown

Still I let your sweet words and let my love come tumblin' down

Yes, I've got 'em

Got those letter writin' blues

Forget the dirt you did me

You can have me any time you choose

They say you're just a sweet man, just like a plum or prune

All you need do is whistle and I'll be lovin' you 'til next June

Yes, I've got them

Yes, I've got them letter writin' blues

Forget the dirt you did me

You can have me any time you choose

Now I wrote you six or eight times, or maybe three or four

The postman returned them all and said to me

"You're just a constant bore"

Yes I've got man

Yes I've got them letter writin' blues

Forget the dirt you did me

You can have me any time you choose