Don Gibson - Last Letter

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Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend And what have I done that's made 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 or mansions so fine I cannot offer you clothes your young body crave But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine Take off the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save [ choir - ac.guitar ] Why 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

Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend
And what have I done that's made 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 or mansions so fine

I cannot offer you clothes your young body crave
But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine
Take off the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save
[ choir - ac.guitar ]
Why 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