I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?
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It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead"
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I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?
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You know, it said, "Hurry, hurry, your love is dead"
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So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
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When I got there she was layin' on a coolin' board
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I grabbed up my suitcase, and I said and I took off down the road
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But when I got there she was already layin on a coolin' board
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Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face
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Said, the good old gal got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day
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I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face
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I said the good old girl,
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She got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day
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I thought of her to call my name
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She didn't call so loud
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So nice and plain
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I thought of her to call my name
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She didn't call so loud
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She called so nice and plain
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Death Letter
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| Johnny Winter |
