paroles de chanson Christmas Morning Blues - Victoria Spivey
I woke up Christmas morning, went out to get my morning's mail
I woke up Christmas morning, went out to get my morning's mail
A letter sent from Georgia, the postmark said Atlanta Jail
In a mean old jailhouse 'cause he broke them Georgia laws
In a mean old jailhouse 'cause he broke them Georgia laws
New Year he won't be here, 'cause death will be his Santa Claus
My man's so deep in trouble the white folks couldn't get him free
My man's so deep in trouble the white folks couldn't get him free
He stole a hog the charge was murder in the first degree
I never had a Christmas with trouble like this before
I Ain't never had a Christmas with trouble like this before
Sleigh bells is my death bells, and hard luck's knocking at my door
Next Christmas I won't be here to get this bad bunch of news
I won't be here to get this bunch of bad news
Just mark on my tombstone, "Died with the Christmas Morning Blues"
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