Teksty: Hank Thompson. Little Rosewood Casket.

In a little Rosewood casket in the hall up on a stand
There's a package of old love letters written by a true love's hand
Won't you go and get them sister read them o'er to me tonight
I have tried so hard to read them but the tears they blind my sight
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Place his letters and his pictures both together by my heart
With a little ring he gave me from my finger ne'er shall part
When I'm dead and in my casket and deep in my grave I lie

I want to be there close beside him when they lay me down to die