The Letter. Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain't got time to take a fast train. Lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter.
The Letter. Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain't got time to take a fast train. Lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter.
Why'd you lie to me. You can't be trusted good for nothin' type of brother. Everything you claim to be was a lie... lie. Why'd you lie to me. You'd been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another.