No letter from home, no letter from home
The postmaster looked through the mail that had come
And said, "Son here's your letter from home"
No time for the letter from home
No message from mother or none of the others
To read it", the young cowpoke said
He stood at the window and I heard him say
Do I have a letter from home
There's never a letter from home
Then smilingly shook his gray head
The cowboy laid dead with his letter unread
The letter from home, the letter from home
And these are the words that he said
Then he died with his letter unread
"If only I had just a little more time
There's never a letter from home
That night he was shot on the wrong side of town
The cowpoke looked sadly a moment at him
No more of those plains will he roam
I reached for my Bible and gave it to him
"I can't take it with me and I must go on"
