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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDear Miss
There's a letter to your mother that is hidden is my deskThat I wrote to her in a sober mindIt's my apology for all the things I used to beAnd swearin' I'll change over timeShe might not believe me 'cause no one ever doesExcept her daughter that loves me trueGod forbid all it takes for a boy to finally waitJust to be cherished and loved all the way throughShe lets me drink my liquorwhen I'm singin' through the nightShe slaps my hand when it's too muchShe's mean and she's kind, strong and divineAnd Lord only knows how toughSo dear Miss, by the time you see thisIt'll be in love or it'll be in painMay God bless and keep usMay you think kind of my nameAnd I know I've had my days and I've made my mistakesSo please point me to the nearest perfect manI'll gladly take advice from a man with no viceIf it means I can hold your handShe was raised up proper and I was raised upWith a poor working boy's heartThe way the light is beatin'on her smilin' cheeks this evenin'Is the finest of the world's fine artSo dear Miss, by the time you see thisI'll be in love or it'll be in vainSo may God bless and keep usMay you think kind of my nameAnd she's standin' in the doorwayramblin' on about my old waysHow they were reckless and freeHow all my imperfections and every ugly lessonIs worth every last second with me
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