ole gal, she got to lay here til the Judgement Day. You know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray. I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read? Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away.
Black Death Letter
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To the one God's given. I didn't have a soul to throw my arms around.-acapo. I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face. I said, "Farewell honey, I'll see you on Judgement Day.". You know I wouldn't mistreat nobody, baby, not for my weight in gold.