Death Letter Songtext
von Blues Etílicos

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 day

I fold my arms and I slowly walked away
That′s allright people
Your trouble gonna come someday

Now you know some people tell me that blues ain't bad
Well that's the worst feelin
I think I have ever had


Some 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