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In a little G7 Rosewood C casket In the hall up-{G7} on a C stand There's a package of F old love C letters Written G7 by a true love's C 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. Place his letters and his picture 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 live I want to be there close beside him When they lay me down to die.
Written by Hank Thompson/Traditional
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