Blind Lemon Jefferson Gone Dead On You Blues song lyrics

Mmmmmm, mailman's letter brought misery to my head.

Mmmmm, brought misery to my head.

I got a letter this morning, my pigmeat mama was dead.

I jumped this fast mail rattler,almost went a-flyin'.

I jumped this fast mail rattler, and I almost went a-flyin'.

Hurry, engineerman, for my pigmeat mama is dyin'.

Go to the telephone, and I pull the receiver down.

Go to the telephone, pull the receiver down.

"Hello, Central, won't you please ring Doctor Brown?"

Mmmmmmm, "Central, what's the matter now?

Mmmmmmm, "Central, what's the matter now?"

I rang so hard, can't get no doctor no how.

"Oh, doctor, doctor, what shall a good man do?

Oh, doctor, doctor, what shall a good man do?"

Says, "Your girl ain't dyin' but she's done gone dead on you."