This is the way my letter read
I got a letter this morning
This is the way my letter read
I got a letter this morning
This is the way my letter read
Say you better come on home Farmer John
You better come on home Farmer John
Help me, your baby dead
Come on, come on, come on home
Come on, come on, come on home
Come on, come on, come on home
Come on, come on, come on home
Come on, come on, come on home
Come on, come on, come on home
Come on, come on, come on home
Come on, come on, come on home
I was about to write a letter
But I believe I'll go with my letter
I believe I believe I believe
I was about to write a letter
I believe I'll  go myself
They tell me letters get stole
And a telegram may get left
No I ain't going (I ain't going, going going going going)
To my baby's burying ground (baby baby baby baby baby baby)
No I ain't going (I ain't going)
To my baby's burying ground