The Last Letter / Half a Man (Live) - Willie Nelson (威利·纳尔逊)

Why do you treat me as if I was only a friend

What have I done

That has made you so different and cold

Sometimes I wonder

If you'll be contented again

Will you be happy

When you are withered and old

I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine

I cannot offer you clothes

That your young body crave

And so if you'll say that you long to forever be mine

Think of the teardrops

The heartaches the sorrow you'll save

While I am writing this letter I think of the past

And of the promises that you have broken so free

And to this old world I'll soon say my farewell at last

I will be gone when you read this last letter from me

If I'd only had one arm to hold you

Better yet if I had none at all

Then I wouldn't have two arms that ache for you

And there'd be one less memory to recall

If I'd only had one ear to listen

To the lies that you told to me

Then I would more closely resemble

The half a man that you made of me

If I'd only had one leg to stand on

Then a much much truer picture you'd see

For then I more closely resemble

The half a man that you made of me