Johnny Farmer - Death Lette

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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