I got a letter this is the way it read

I got a letter this is the way it read

It says hurry home Tampa the gal you love is dead

I went to the station but that southbound train had gone

I went to the station but that southbound train had gone

I hung my head and I began to mourn

She wasn't dead but she was very 'lone

She wasn't dead but she was very 'lone

I heard her when she whispered Tampa look like I'm booked to go

I followed my baby to the burial ground

I followed my baby to the burial ground

An' I watched the paul bearer slowly let her down

I know I would never see her smilin' face again

I know I would never see her smilin' face again

But I will always remember she sure has been my friend