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)