Postman Blues

Postman Blues - Dinah Washington

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