Songs about death have always been a fine upstanding tradition in bluegrass - but this high energy number is a perfect example of how much fun we can have singing about even the darkest of subjects.

Lyrics

I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
Say, "Hurry, hurry! The gal you love is dead."
I got a letter this morning, I say how you reckon it read?
It say, "Hurry, hurry! mmm 'cause the gal you love is dead."

You know I grabbed up my suitcase, took off down the road
When I got there, she was laying on the cooling board
I grabbed up my suitcase, I said I took off down the road
I said when I got there, mmm she's laying on the cooling board

Lord, I walked up close, I looked down in her face
She's a good old girl, got to lay her to Judgment Day
I say I walked up close, I looked down in her face
I say she's a good old girl got to lay her to Judgment Day

Lord I fold up my arms, I slowly walked away
I said, "Farewell, Honey, I'll see ya Judgement Day!"
I fold up my arms, ah yes, I walked away
And I said, "Farewell, farewell, hmm, I'll see you Judgement Day!"

You know, I went in my room, and I bowed to pray
But the priest came along, and drove my spirit away
I went in my rules, yeah, I bowed to pray
I said, well, the blues came along, and drove my spirit away

You know, I thought I'd never love but four women in my life
My mother, my sister, dead gal, and my wife
I thought I'd never love, and I said, but four women in my life
I said my mother and my sister, my dead gal, and my wife