| I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
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| «Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead»
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| I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
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| «Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead»
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| I grabbed my suitcase, I took off, up the road
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| I got there, she was laying on the cooling board
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| I grabbed my suitcase, I took on up the road
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| I got there, she was laying on the cooling board
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| Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face
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| Good old gal, you got to lay here till Judgment Day
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| I walked up close, and I looked down in her face
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| Yes, been a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day
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| Oh, my woman so black, she stays apart of this town
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| Can’t nothin' «go» when the poor girl is around
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| My black mama stays apart of this town
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| Oh, can’t nothing «go» when the poor girl is around
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| Oh, some people tell me the worried blues ain’t bad (note 1)
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| It’s the worst old feelin' that I ever had
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| Some people tell me the worried blues ain’t bad
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| Buddy, the worst old feelin', Lord, I ever had
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| Hmmm, I fold my arms, and I walked away
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| «That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday»
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| I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away
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| Say, «That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday» |