Death Letter - Cassandra Wilson

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 Judgment 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 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

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 Judgment Day.»

Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away

I said, «Farewell, farewell, I’ll see you on the Judgment 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