Marty Robbins - 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 clothes you're young body craves
But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine
Think of the heartaches and the tears and the sorrows you'll save

While I am writing this letter I think of the past
And all the promises that you are breakin' so free
But to this cruel world I'll soon say my farewell at last
I will be gone when you read this last letter from me

When you are lonely and tired of another man's gold
When you are lonely, remember this letter, my own