A Letter From Home

A cowpoke rode in, one hot dusty day To a store down in old San Antone He stood at the window and I heard him say Do I have a letter from home The postmaster looked through the mail that had come Then smilingly shook his gray head The cowpoke looked sadly a moment at him And these are the words that he said No letter from home, no letter from home There's never a letter from home No message from mother or none of the others There's never a letter from home That night he was shot on the wrong side of town No more of those plains will he roam I reached for my Bible and gave it to him And said, "Son here's your letter from home" "If only I had just a little more time To read it", the young cowpoke said "I can't take it with me and I must go on" Then he died with his letter unread The letter from home, the letter from home No time for the letter from home The cowboy laid dead with his letter unread Too late for the letter from home