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John Mellencamp - Текст песни Death Letter
[Originally by Son House]
 i got a letter this morning
 how do
 you reckon it read?
 "hurry the gal you love is dead"?
 i got a letter this morning
 i'm wonderin'
 how you reckon it read
 he say, "hurry, hurry"
 "on account that gal you love is dead"
 i grabbed up my suitcase
 i took off down the road
 when i got there she was laying
 on the coolin' board
 yes, i grabbed up my suitcase
i took off down the road
 when i got there
 she was laying
 'lain on the coolin' board:
 well,
 i walked up right close
 i look down in her face
 oh, good gal
 gotta lay here 'til Judgment Day
 i said i walked up right close
 i said i look down in her face
 oh, the good ol' gal!
 gotta lay here 'til judgment day:
 look like ten thousand people
 standing 'round the burying ground
 i didn't know i loved her 'til they laid her down
 look like ten thousand
 standing 'round the burial ground
 i didn't know that i love her
 'til they laid her down:
 well,
 i fol' up my arms
 i slowly walk away
 i say
 Farewell honey. I see you Judgment Day.
 yeah, with nobody:
 i slowly walk away
Farewell! Farewell! I see you Judgment Day:
 you know
 i didn't feel so bad 'til the good ol' Sun when down
 i didn't have a soul
 to throw my arms aroundJohn Mellencamp - Death Letter - http://ru.motolyrics.com/john-mellencamp/death-letter-lyrics.html
 i didn't feel so bad
 'til the good ol' Sun down
i didn't have a soul
to throw my arms around:
 you know it's so hard to love
 someone
 don't love you
 look like it ain't satisfaction
 don't care what you do
 yeah: so hard
 to love
 someone
 don't love you
 seem like it ain't satisfaction
 don't care what you do:
 well,
 i woke up this mornin'
 the break of day
 just huggin' the pillows
 she used to lay
 -I say, Soon.
 this mourning
 at break of day
 just huggin' the pillows
 where my good gal used to lay:
 and i got up
 this morning
 feeling
 'round for my shoes
 you know i must have
 the Walking Blues
 i say, Soon.
 this mourning
 feeling 'round for my shoes
 you know
 nobody?
i must have the Walking Blues:
 Hush!
 thought i heard her call my name
 wasn't so loud
 so nice and plain
 i say, Soon.
 this mourning
 i slowly walk away
 Oh, good gal
 lay here 'til Judgment Day:

















