Little Rosewood Casket - Hank Thompson

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

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