| I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
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| Well I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
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| It say, «Hurry, hurry! |
| For the girl you love is dead.»
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| Well I packed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
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| When I got there, she was on the cooling board
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| I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
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| Well it say, «Hurry, hurry! |
| For the girl you love is dead.»
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| Well well well well…
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| Well I walked 'round her close, looked straight down in her face
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| Said good girl, you got to lay there till your Judgment Day
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| I will… right up, looked down in her face
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| Said you got to lay there till your Judgment Day
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| 'Cause I got a letter this morning, how the hell do you reckon it read?
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| It looked like there was 10,000 people
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| Standin' around the buryin' ground
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| I didn’t know I loved her, until I let her down
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| It looked like there was 10,000 people
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| Standin' around the buryin' ground
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| I didn’t know I loved her, until I let her down
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| I got a letter this morning, just how the hell do you reckon it read?
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| 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
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| But the blues came out along and drove my spirit away
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| I went down to my room, said down to pray
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| The blues came along and drove my spirit away, and drove my spirit away
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| Well I got a letter this morning, how the hell do you reckon it read?
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| Well I got a letter this morning… |