Letras
Did you get that letter, baby
That I throwed in your backyard?
Did you get that letter, mama
That I throwed in your backyard?
I would come to see you, baby
But your best man's got me by
Lookin' through windows all night long
Can't find my baby there
Lookin' through windows all night long
Can't find my baby there
She left by Chicago
Must be in East St. Louis somewhere
I started to walk, child
People didn't pay me no mind
I started to walk, man
But people didn't pay me no mind
Love beats a fortune
And they will do every time
Love is too slow, baby
And a telegram make you laugh
Love is too slow, baby, child
And a telegram make you laugh
Right there in Chicago, child
Right there in my baby's face