Last Letter - Ernest Tubb
Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend What have I done that makes you so diff'rent and cold Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again Will you be happy when you are withered and old I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine I cannot offer you clothes that your young body crave But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine Think off the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save [ steel ] When you are weary and tired of another men's gold When you are lonely remember this letter my own Don't try to answer though I've suffered anguish untold If you don't love me I wish you would leave me alone While I am writing this letter I think of the past And of the promises that you are breaking so free But to this world I will soon say my farewells at last I will be gone when you read this last letter from me
Artist: Ernest Tubb
Title: Last Letter