My take on an old workhorse. Hats of to Son House.
p.d. as far as I know but look to Son House for where it all came from
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I gotup this morning
looked around for my shoes
You can know by that
I had a walkin blues
If I feel tomorrow
Like I feel today
Pack my grip
And be on be on my way
Got a letter this mornin'
How you reckon it read?
It said hurry home
The gal you love is dead
So I packed my grip
And I trucked down the road
And I packed my grip
trucked on down the road
And I feel so lonesome
When I got there
She's on the coolin' board
Stretched out on the coolin' board
Stretched out on the coolin' board
Ain't never love
but 4 women in my life
My sister, my mother
my good gal and my wife
If I feel tomorrow
Like I feel today
Gonna pack my grip
And make my getaway
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