I received a letter that my daddy was dead,
He wasn’t dead but he was slowly dyin’.
Just to think how I love him,
I can’t keep from cryin’.
I followed my daddy to the buryin’ ground,
I saw the pall-bearer slowly ease him down.
That was the last time I saw my daddy’s face.
I love you, sweet daddy, but I just can’t take your place.
[25] A somewhat condensed version of a phonograph song, Death Letter Blues.
Po’ Little Girl Grievin’