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