Текст песни Postman Blues - Dinah Washington

Baby, when you receive this letter
I hope it will explain
Yes baby, when you receive this letter
I hope it will explain
Because I was too unfaithful
And 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 and let my love come tumblin' down

Yes, I've got 'em
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 do is whistle and I'll be lovin' you 'til next June

Yes, I've got them
Yes, I've got them letter writin' blues
Forget the dirt you did me
You can have me any time you choose

Now I wrote you six or eight times, or maybe three or four
The postman returned them all and said to me
"You're just a constant bore"

Yes I've got man
Yes I've got them letter writin' blues
Forget the dirt you did me
You can have me any time you choose