Death Letter
Son House
Got a letter this mornin'
Which was written in red
Boy, hurry, hurry! That girl you love is dead
(Well I) Packed up my suitcase and I
Trucked down the road
By the time I got there she was on that coolin board
(Well I) walked up close and I
Looked down her face
Poor n' guy got to lay there till
Judgement day
I fold my arms and I slowly walked away
That's allright people
Your trouble gonna come someday
Now you know some people tell me that blues ain't bad
Well that's the worst feelin
I think I have ever had
Some people got the nerve to tell me
That the blues ain't bad
Well they must have not've had
Same ol' blues I had