paroles de chanson Death Letter - Cassandra Wilson

I got a letter this mornin′, how do you reckon it read?
It said the man you 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 man you love is dead?"
Well I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
When I got there he 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 he was already layin on a coolin board
Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face
Said, the good ole boy got to lay here ′til the Judgment Day
I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in his face
I said the good ole boy, he 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 him til they laid him down
Looked like 10, 000 were standin' round the buryin ground
You know I didn′t know I loved him ′til they damn laid him down
Got up this mornin'
Seen the break of day
Hmmm I was huggin′ the pillow
Where my sick man used to lay
Oh hush, thought I heard him call my name
Once so loud
So nice and plain (yeah, hmmm)