willie nelson
the last letter
Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend What have I done that has made you so distant 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 all the clothes that your young body crave But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine Just think of the teardrops the heartaches and sorrow you'll save While I am writing this letter I think of the past And of the promises that you have broken so free And to this old world I'll soon say my farewell at last I will be gone when you read this last letter from me