Текст песни Last Letter - Ernest Tubb

Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend?
What have I done that makes you so different 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 and mansions so fine
I cannot offer you clothes that your young body craves
But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine
Think of the heartaches, the tears, and the sorrows you'll save

Oh, Leon now

When you are weary and tired of another man's gold
When you are lonely, remember this letter, my own
Don't try to answer, though I suffer 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 farewell at last
I will be gone when you read this last letter from me