Death Letter Blues

(альбом: Black To Blues, Vol. 2 - 2019)

I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
Well I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
It say, "Hurry, hurry! For the girl you love is dead."

Well I packed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
When I got there, she was on the cooling board
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
Well it say, "Hurry, hurry! For the girl you love is dead."
Well well well well...

Well I walked 'round her close, looked straight down in her face
Said good girl, you got to lay there till your Judgment Day
I will... right up, looked down in her face
Said you got to lay there till your Judgment Day
'Cause I got a letter this morning, how the hell do you reckon it read?

It looked like there was 10,000 people
Standing around the burying ground
I didn't know I loved her, until I let her down
It looked like there was 10,000 people
Standing around the burying ground
I didn't know I loved her, until I let her down
I got a letter this morning, just how the hell do you reckon it read?

Well, the minutes seemed like hours, and hours seemed like days
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Minutes seemed like hours baby, and hours just seemed like days
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You know I went in my room, and I bowed down to pray
But the blues came out along and drove my spirit away
I went down to my room, said down to pray
The blues came along and drove my spirit away, and drove my spirit away
Well I got a letter this morning, how the hell do you reckon it read?
Well I got a letter this morning...