i got a letter this mornin how do you reckon it read it said hurry hurry yeah your love is dead i got a letter this mornin i say how do you reckon it read you know it said hurry hurry how come the man you love is dead well i grabbed up my suitcase and took off down the road when i got there he was layin on the coolin board i grabbed up my suitcase and i took off down the road i said but when i got there he was layin on a coolin board well i walked up right close looked down in his face said the good ole boy got to lay here til the judgment day i looked down in his face good ole boy he got to lay here til the judgment day looked like there was 10 000 people standin round the buryin ground i didn t know i loved him til they laid him down looked like 10 000 people standin round the buryin ground you know i didn t know i loved him til they damn laid him down got up this mornin at the break of day a huggin the pillow where my man used to lay i said the break of day a huggin the pillow that my good man used to lay oh hush thought i heard him call my name once aloud so nice and plain
['contemporary vocal jazz', 'vocal jazz']