Letters to the Colonel (feat. Brian Cronan)

Saw you in the paper, you're too good to be true

Had to write a letter, how I'd love to get to know you

Forgive me if I'm forward, but you're perfect, it's true

Give your secrets to the mailman, send 'em on through

Dearest Buckskin Bill, you flatter me just so

I'm afraid you won't want me weather-beaten and old

How much, my dear, would you love me

If I let you?

Don't need a crystal ball to know you're my soul mate

The letters you write warm me up enough to hibernate

I'll terrorize the mailbox lookin' for your next love

I'm waiting on your post

My paramour, apple of my eye

You're my queen, my sweetheart, for you I'll always pine

Throw caution to the wind, I'm certain about you

My heart, my love, I give you

Darling pal, you've found the recipe

Every syllable you've written seems curated for me

You've peeked inside my brain, you're a similar insane

I'm a decent sweetheart, but not fit to take your name

Don't need a crystal ball to know you're my soul mate

The letters you write warm me up enough to hibernate

I'll terrorize the mailbox lookin' for your next love

I'm waiting on your post

Oh, my eyes lit up

For the first time since 1929

Don't need a crystal ball to know you're my soul mate

The letters you write warm me up enough to hibernate

I'll terrorize the mailbox lookin' for your next love

I'm waiting on your post

I'm waiting on your post