Johnny Winter Death Letter Lyrics

I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?
It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead"
I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?

You know, it said, "Hurry, hurry, your love is dead"
So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
When I got there she was layin' on a coolin' board
I grabbed up my suitcase, and I said and I took off down the road
But when I got there she was already layin on a coolin' board

Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face
Said, the good old gal got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day
I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face
I said the good old girl,
She got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day

I thought of her to call my name
She didn't call so loud
So nice and plain


I thought of her to call my name
She didn't call so loud
She called so nice and plain