Gone Dead on You Blues

歌詞

Mailman's letter brought misery to my head Brought misery to my head I got a letter this morning, my pigmeat mama was dead I jumped this fast mail rattler, almost went a-flyin' I jumped this fast mail rattler, and I almost went a-flyin' Hurry, engineerman, for my pigmeat mama is dyin' Go to the telephone, and I pull the receiver down Go to the telephone, pull the receiver down "Hello, Central, won't you please ring Doctor Brown?" "Central, what's the matter now? "Central, what's the matter now?" I rang so hard, can't get no doctor no how "Oh, doctor, doctor, what shall a good man do? Oh, doctor, doctor, what shall a good man do?" Says, "Your girl ain't dyin' but she's done gone dead on you."