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