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Death Letter
Lyricist:Son House
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 ol' 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 ol' 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
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'
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You know I didn't feel so bad, 'til the good ol' sun went down I didn't have a soul to throw my arms around I didn't feel so bad, 'til the good ol' sun went down You know, I didn't have nobody to throw my arms around
You know, it's hard to love someone that don't love you Ain't no satisfaction, don't care what in the world you do Yeah, it's hard to love someone that don't love you You know it don't look like satisfaction Don't care what in the world you do
Got up this mornin', just about the break of day A-huggin' the pillow where she used to lay Got up this mornin', just about the break of day A-huggin' the pillow where my good gal used to lay
I got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes You know, I must-a had them old walkin' blues Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes Yeah, you know 'bout that, I must-a had them old walkin' blues
Ah, hush, thought I heard her call my name If it wasn't so loud and so nice and plain Yeah, mmm Mmm
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