Letters

Wrote me a letter, open late last night.
Blue ink on the back of a photograph, black and white.
Her sweet face beneath the redwood tree.
Left me with my worried mind. Worried mind and me.

And I roll and I tumble, beat it over and over again.
Something that she said with the photograph, she didn't say with the ballpoint pen.
Now I'm learning how to worry. Never was a worryin' kind.
She left me in Texas. Texas with a worried mind.

And I roll and I tumble, beat it over and over again.
Something that she said with the photograph, she didn't say with the ballpoint pen.
Now I'm learning how to worry. Never was a worryin' kind.
She left me in Texas. Texas with a worried mind.



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Writer(s): Jeffery Bruce Kissell, Christopher Lynch, Martin O'reilly
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