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.