Mailman's letter brought misery to my head
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?"
"Central, what's the matter now?
"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."