"Death Letter" lyrics
(originally by Son House)
I got a letter this morning
How do
You reckon it read?
"Hurry the gal you love is dead"?
I got a letter this morning
I'm wonderin'
How you reckon it read
He say, "hurry, hurry"
"On account that gal you love is dead"
I grabbed up my suitcase
I took off down the road
When I got there she was laying
On the coolin' board
Yes, I grabbed up my suitcase
I took off down the road
When I got there
She was laying
'Lain on the coolin' board:
Well
I walked up right close
I look down in her face
Oh, good gal
Gotta lay here 'til judgement day
I said I walked up right close
I said I look down in her face
Oh, the good ol' gal!
Gotta lay here 'til judgement day:
Look like ten thousand people
Standing 'round the burying ground
I didn't know I loved her 'til they laid her down
Look like ten thousand
Standing 'round the burial ground
I didn't know that I love her
'Til they laid her down:
Well
I fol' up my arms
I slowly walk away
I say
Farewell honey. I see you judgement day
Yeah, with nobody:
I slowly walk away
Farewell! Farewell! I see you judgement day:
You know
I didn't feel so bad 'til the good ol' sun when down
I didn't have a soul
To throw my arms around
I didn't feel so bad
'Til the good ol' sun down
I didn't have a soul
To throw my arms around:
You know it's so hard to love
Someone
Don't love you
Look like it ain't satisfaction
Don't care what you do
Yeah: so hard
To love
Someone
Don't love you
Seem like it ain't satisfaction
Don't care what you do:
Well
I woke up this mornin'
The break of day
Just huggin' the pillows
She used to lay
-I say, soon
This mourning
At break of day
Just huggin' the pillows
Where my good gal used to lay:
And I got up
This morning
Feeling
'Round for my shoes
You know I must have
The walking blues
I say, soon
This mourning
Feeling 'round for my shoes
You know
Nobody?
I must have the walking blues:
Hush!
Thought I heard her call my name
Wasn't so loud
So nice and plain
I say, soon
This mourning
I slowly walk away
Oh, good gal
Lay here 'til judgement day:
How do
You reckon it read?
"Hurry the gal you love is dead"?
I got a letter this morning
I'm wonderin'
How you reckon it read
He say, "hurry, hurry"
"On account that gal you love is dead"
I grabbed up my suitcase
I took off down the road
When I got there she was laying
On the coolin' board
Yes, I grabbed up my suitcase
I took off down the road
When I got there
She was laying
'Lain on the coolin' board:
Well
I walked up right close
I look down in her face
Oh, good gal
Gotta lay here 'til judgement day
I said I walked up right close
I said I look down in her face
Oh, the good ol' gal!
Gotta lay here 'til judgement day:
Look like ten thousand people
Standing 'round the burying ground
I didn't know I loved her 'til they laid her down
Look like ten thousand
Standing 'round the burial ground
I didn't know that I love her
'Til they laid her down:
Well
I fol' up my arms
I slowly walk away
I say
Farewell honey. I see you judgement day
Yeah, with nobody:
I slowly walk away
Farewell! Farewell! I see you judgement day:
You know
I didn't feel so bad 'til the good ol' sun when down
I didn't have a soul
To throw my arms around
I didn't feel so bad
'Til the good ol' sun down
I didn't have a soul
To throw my arms around:
You know it's so hard to love
Someone
Don't love you
Look like it ain't satisfaction
Don't care what you do
Yeah: so hard
To love
Someone
Don't love you
Seem like it ain't satisfaction
Don't care what you do:
Well
I woke up this mornin'
The break of day
Just huggin' the pillows
She used to lay
-I say, soon
This mourning
At break of day
Just huggin' the pillows
Where my good gal used to lay:
And I got up
This morning
Feeling
'Round for my shoes
You know I must have
The walking blues
I say, soon
This mourning
Feeling 'round for my shoes
You know
Nobody?
I must have the walking blues:
Hush!
Thought I heard her call my name
Wasn't so loud
So nice and plain
I say, soon
This mourning
I slowly walk away
Oh, good gal
Lay here 'til judgement day:
Writer(s): Son House
