Death Letter Son House



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Автор: Son House

Название песни: Death Letter

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I got a letter this mornin', how do ya- ya reckon it read?
It said, "Hurry, the girl you love is dead."
I got a letter this mornin'. Mmh, how do you reckon it read?
You know, it said, "Hurry hurry, how come the gal you love is dead?"

Oh, I grabbed up my suitcase, took off down the road.
When I got there she's 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, mm she was 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 girl, she got to lay here 'til the Judgement Day."

Looked like it 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 that I loved her 'til they began to let her down.

Well, I folded up my arms, I slowly walked away.
I say, "Farewell honey, I'll see you Judgement Day."
Yeah, y- oh yes I walked away.
I said, "Farewell, farewell, mm I'll see you Judgement Day."

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.
I didn't feel so bad, until the good ole sun went down.
Mmmmhmm, mmmhhh.

You know it's so hard to love someone don't love you.
Ain't satisfaction, don't care, ah, what you do.
Yeah, it's so hard, mhh love someone don't love you.
You know, look like it ain't satisfaction, mm don't care what you do.

Well I got up this mornin', the break of day.
Jus' huggin' the pillows she used to lay.
I said soo, this mornin', mmm yes the break of day.
You know I'd hug the pillow, mmh hmm my good gal used to lay.

Mhhn I got up this mornin' feelin' 'round for mah shoes.
You I musta had them walkin' blues.
Soo, this mornin', ah feelin' 'round for mah shoes.
You know, I musta had the walkin' blues.

Oh hush! Thought I heard her call my name.
It wasn’t so loud, so nice and plain.
Yeah, mmmmmhmm
Mmhhhmmm mhhmhm.

Death Letter Son House

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