Got a letter this mornin'
Boy, hurry, hurry! That girl you love is dead
(Well I) Packed up my suitcase and I
By the time I got there she was on that coolin board
(Well I) walked up close and I
Poor n' guy got to lay there till
I fold my arms and I slowly walked away
Your trouble gonna come someday
Now you know some people tell me that blues ain't bad
Well that's the worst feelin
Some people got the nerve to tell me
Well they must have not've had