Your Man Is Gone Lyrics

Freddie Spruell Your Man Is Gone

I feel like taking my suitcase : sitting down by that
railroad side
If I ever get killed baby : don't tell nobody how I died

Baby please don't tell my mother : please don't let my
sister know
Sure as you appreciate my death baby : will you please
hang crepe on your door

When you walk into the undertaker : look over on your
right‑hand side
You can ask the undertakers about me : they may tell you
how I died

Baby baby don't you worry : sugar don't you weep and moan
You may know about *bad luck* baby : that your Fred is
dead and gone

Buy me some flowers : see how they put my body away
You can tell all your friends around baby : you heard the
last word I had to say

When [you, they] go to the cemetery : they begin to lower
my body down
You know that's the last of my good man : because they
putting him down in the cold cold ground