Hank Thompson
The Little Rosewood Casket


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.