Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Son House Performs "Death Letter"







    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 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 gal, she got to lay here til the Judgement 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.
    You know I wouldn't mistreat nobody, baby, not for my weight in gold.

    Well, I folded up my arms and I slowly walked away.
    I said, "Farewell honey, I'll see you on Judgement Day."
    Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away.
    I said, "Farewell, farewell, I'll see you on the Judgement Day."

    You know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray.
    The blues came along and drove my spirit away.
    I went in my room, I said I bowed down to pray.
    I said the blues came along and drove my spirit away.

    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.

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