I got a letter this mornin', this is the way my letter read I got a letter this mornin', this is the way my letter read It says you better come home Muddy Water, tell me your baby's dead Started to write, but I believe I'll go myself No I ain't gonna write, I believe I'll go myself Letter too slow, telegram ________ Said I wasn't going, to my baby's burying ground Tell me what you mean I ain't going, to my baby's burying ground I was standing right there, when the grave-digger let her down Church bell was tolling, my Muddy hearse was driving low I didn't say it, I didnt say it Church bell was tolling, my Muddy hearse was driving low Gotta be a rushing day, when I won't see my baby's face anymore