Death Letter by John Mellencamp
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:
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