Burying Ground Blues

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