I got a letter this morning,
this be the way my letter read.
I got a letter this morning,
this be the way my letter read
Say you better come on home farmer john,
help me your baby is dead.
Come on, come on, come on home. (x8)
I was about to write a letter,
But i bielieve i go myself.
They tell me letter get stole,
and a telegram get left.
No i ain’t going,
to my baby burying ground.
No i ain’t going,
to my baby burying ground.