Death Letter

I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?
It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your 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 the coolin board
I grabbed up my suitcase, and I took off down the road
I said, but when I got there he was layin on a coolin board

Well, I walked up right close, looked down in his face
Said, the good ole boy got to lay here til the Judgment Day
I looked down in his face
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 people standin round the buryin ground
You know I didn't know I loved him til they damn laid him down

Got up this mornin', at the break of day
A-huggin' the pillow where my man used to lay
I said (???), the break of day
A-huggin' the pillow that my good man used to lay

Oh hush
Thought I heard him call my name
Once aloud, so nice and plain