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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 gal you love is dead?»

So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road

When I got there she was 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 she was already layin on a coolin' board

Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face

Said, the good ol' gal got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day

I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face

I said the good ol' gal, she 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 her 'til they laid her down

Looked like 10, 000 were standin' round the buryin' ground

You know I didn’t know I loved her 'til they damn laid her down

Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul

I wouldn’t mistreat you baby, for my weight in gold

I said, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul

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