Death Letter Blues (Live)-Son House

Death Letter Blues (Live) - Son House Hey, I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? "Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead" I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? "Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead" I grabbed my suitcase, I took off up the road I got there, she was laying on the cooling board I grabbed my suitcase, I took on up the road I got there, she was laying on the cooling board Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face Good old gal, you got to lay here till Judgment Day I walked up close, and I looked down in her face Yes, been a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day Oh, my woman so black, she stays apart of this town Can't nothin' go when the poor girl is around My black mama stays apart of this town Oh, can't nothing "go" when the poor girl is around Oh, some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin' that I ever had Some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad Buddy, the worst old feelin', Lord, I ever had I fold my arms and I walked away That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away Say that's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday