Death Letter - Johnny Farmer

This is the way my letter read

I got a letter this morning

This is the way my letter read

I got a letter this morning

This is the way my letter read

I got a letter this morn

This is the way my letter read

Say you better come on home Farmer John

Help me, your baby dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on home

I was about to write a letter

But i believe I’ll go with my letter

I was about to write a letter

I’ll see if I can go myself

They tell me letters get stole

And a telegram may get left

No I ain’t going

To my baby’s burying ground

No I ain’t going

To my baby’s burying ground