Here's one from last August. That came out of the blue. Says summer's been a scorcher babe. And I'm still hot on you. There must be 25 or more. You signed them every one.
Well, I was born a-kickin', Lord, bound to die the same. Son of a son of a man on the run, reared on raisin' Cain. Mama put lead in my boots to keep me on the ground.