Son HouseDeath Letter

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 ole gal got to lay here til the Judgement Day. I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face. I said the good ole gal, she got to lay here til the Judgement 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. Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul. I wouldn't mistreat you baby, for my weight in gold. I said, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul. You know I wouldn't mistreat nobody, baby, not for my weight in gold. Well, I folded up my arms and I slowly walked away. I said, "Farewell honey, I'll see you on Judgement Day." Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away. I said, "Farewell, farewell, I'll see you on the Judgement Day." You know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray. The blues came along and drove my spirit away. I went in my room, I said I bowed down to pray. I said the blues came along and drove my spirit away. You know I didn't feel so bad, til the good ole sun went down. I didn't have a soul to throw my arms around.-acapo
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