I got a letter from my baby Came in the mail yesterday She had an awful lot on her mind She had an awful lot to say Well, she treated me like an old, old friend Just like a used to be Well, I know by heart the words she wrote to me
Oh yeah, well, well
She said, "Dear Mister Johnson Please sent back the letter that I wrote you long time ago We were kids, thought we were in love." Oh yeah, well She said, "Dear Mister Johnson Please send back a picture that we took." And it was signed respectfully, Miss Brooks
Oh yeah, well, well
Well I cried and I cried and I cried some more I fell right down and I cried on the floor I was hurtin' way down deep inside Where it don't show, don't show Well, I never felt so bad in my whole life Thought Miss Brooks was gonna be my wife But I done found out how wrong a man in love can be Oh yeah
Well, I cried yesterday and all last night Nothin' ever gonna be alright Oh, well I called Miss Brooks on the phone And here's what I said well, I cried, I said now Please-se-se-se don't-o-o-on't make-a-a-ake me send you The letters that you wrote me Wrote me long time ago-o-o Please-se-se-se don't-o-o-on't make-a-a-ake me Send you back the pictures that we took Cause I still love you Miss Brooks
Well I cried and I cried and I cried some more Fell right down and I cried on the floor I was hurtin' way down deep inside Where it don't show, oh, well, well Well, I never felt so bad in my whole life I thought Miss Brooks was gonna be my wife But I done found out how wrong a man in love can be
Compositor: Martin D. Robinson ECAD: Obra #16828911