Got a letter this mornin'
Which was written in red
Boy, hurry, hurry! That girl you love is dead(Well I) Packed up my suitcase and I
Trucked down the road
By the time I got there she was on that coolin board(Well I) walked up close and I
Looked down her face
Poor n' guy got to lay there till
Judgement dayI fold my arms and I slowly walked away
That's allright people
Your trouble gonna come somedayNow you know some people tell me that blues ain't bad
Well that's the worst feelin
I think I have ever hadSome people got the nerve to tell me
That the blues ain't bad
Well they must have not've had
Same ol' blues I had
Composição: Son House.
