Postman Blues Composer(s): Dinah Washington; Tab Smith Performer(s): Dinah Washington; Tab Smith
Baby, when you receive this letter, I hope it will explain Yes baby, when you receive this letter, I hope it will explain 'Cause I was too unfaithful, now I'm home in bed and sick with pain!
All my friends told me that you were just a clown Still I let your sweet words let my love come tumblin' down! Yes I've got them, got those letter writin' blues Forget the dirt you did me, you can have me any time you choose!
They say you're just a sweet man, just like a plum or prune All you need to do is whistle and I'll be lovin' you till next June! Yes I've got them, got them letter writin' blues Forget the dirt you did me, you can have me any time you choose!
I wrote you six or eight times, or maybe three or four The postman returned them to me, and said, "You're just a constant bore!" Yes I've got them, got them letter writin' blues Forget the dirt you did me, you can have me any time you choose!
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