Muddy Waters
Muddy Waters - Sad Letter lyrics
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Recorded in Chicago, March 1972
I got a letter this mornin' This is the way my letter read I got a letter this mornin' This is the way my letter read "Come on home, Muddy Waters They tell me your baby's dead" I start to write But I believe I'll go myself No, I ain't gonna write I believe I'll go myself A letter too slow They tell me a telegram may get left I hate to go home this mornin', boy There'll be a crowd of people Standin' there before my baby's house There'll be a crowd of people Standin' there before my baby's house And then everybody'll be wonderin' What in the world this racket about Said I wasn't goin' To my baby's buryin' ground No I ain't goin' To my baby's buryin' ground I was standin' right there When the grave digger let her down