Death Letter (Son House cover)

I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? It said: “hurry, hurry, yeah, you love is dead” I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? You know it said: “hurry, hurry, how come the gal, you love is dead” Well I grabbed my suitcase, and took off down the road When I got there, he was laying on the cooling board I grabbed my suitcase and I (said and I took off down the road) down down the road Yeah, when I got there, he was laying on the cooling board Well, I walked up right close, looked down in his face Little boy lay here till Judgment Day Uuuh I looked down in his face Good old boy, l-l-lay here till Judgment Day I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? It said: “hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead” I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? You know it said: “Hurry, hurry, how come the gal your love is dead?” Well, I folded up my arms, and I slowly walked away... "Farewell honey, I’ll see you on Judgment Day Aaah uuuuh Judgment Day"