Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Letter, artist - John Mellencamp. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Death Letter |
| 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: |