Artist：john mellencamp Songs Title：death letter 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 l

Artist：john mellencamp Songs Title：death letter 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 around 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: