Cat. #1508 (MFH #370) - As sung by Henry Foote, Picher, Oklahoma on March 4, 1975
VERSE 1
I can see th postman coming up th pathway
As he smiled an' said, Good mornin' to you Jack
But little did he know th sorrow he brought me
When he handed me a letter edged in black
VERSE 2
With trembling hands I took th letter from him
With tear filled eyes I opened it to read
Come home my boy, your dear ole Daddy needs you
Come home my boy, your dear ole Mother's dead
VERSE 3
Those angry words I wish I'd never spoke them
You know I do not mean them, don't you Jack
Tonight, my head, it is bowing
As I'm writing you th letter edged in black
(Henry says; his Father helped write this song.)