Текст песни Postman Blues - Dinah Washington , Tab Smith & His Orchestra

Baby, when you receive this letter, I hope it will explain,
Yes baby, when you receive this letter, I hope it will explain,
'Cause I was too unfaithful, now I'm home in bed and sick with pain!
All my friends told me that you were just a clown,
Still I let your sweet words let my love come tumblin' down!
Yes I've got them, got those letter writin' blues;
Forget the dirt you did me, you can have me any time you choose!
They say you're just a sweet man, just like a plum or prune,
All you need to do is whistle and I'll be lovin' you till next June!
Yes I've got them, got them letter writin' blues;
Forget the dirt you did me, you can have me any time you choose!
I wrote you six or eight times, or maybe three or four,
The postman returned them to me, and said, "You're just a constant bore!",
Yes I've got them, got them letter writin' blues;
Forget the dirt you did me, you can have me any time you choose!