by Ida Cox / Jessy Crump
recording of October 31 1939, New York
from probably I Can't Quit My Man (Affinity 1015), copyright notice
I received a letter that my man was dyin'
I received a letter that my man was dyin'
I caught the first plane and went home flyin'
When I got there the folks had gathered around
When I got there the folks had gathered around
His eyes was set and his face was full of frowns
He wasn't dead but he was slowly dyin'
He wasn't dead but he was slowly dyin'
And to think of him I just can't help from cryin'
I followed my daddy to the buryin' ground
I followed my daddy to the buryin' ground
I watched the pall bearers slowly let him down
That was the last time I saw my daddy's face
That was the last time I saw my daddy's face
Mama love you sweet papa but I wish I could take your place
