Death Letter Lyrics

This is the way my letter read.

I got a letter this morning,
This is the way my letter read.
I got a letter this morning,
This is the way my letter read.

I got a letter this morn,
This is the way my letter read.

Say you better come on home Farmer John,
Help me, your baby dead.
come on, come on, come on, come on home

I was about to write a letter,
But i believe I'll go with my letter.

I was about to write a letter,
I'll see if I can go myself.
They tell me letters get stole,
And a telegram may get left.

No I ain't going,
To my baby's burying ground.

No I ain't going,
To my baby's burying ground.