Love Letters from Old Mexico

She'll be the one Who'll bear all your sons She'll be your only lover She'll be the one Doing dishes on a Sunday Standing right next to your mother She'll be anniversary roses And diamonds on Christmas eve I'll only be something That you'll never show Just a box of love letters from old Mexico She'll be the one Who'll buy all your shirts She'll throw your birthday parties She'll always know Your number at work And the last place that you dropped your car keys And she'll wear your old boots to the mailbox And your name for the rest of her life Aw but you'll wear your old glasses your first chance alone With a box of love letters from old Mexico They'll be tear stained And tenderly folded The words that I've torn from my soul Oh kiss one for me When you're holding That box of love letters from old Mexico She'll be the one They will bury before you Oh she'll be the grey In your hair Well she'll be the call home That you make from a phone booth Oh when you forget she's not there She'll be pictures In all of your albums And a wreath on mother's day I'll be found by your children after you go Just a box of love letters from old Mexico They'll be tear stained And tenderly folded The words that I've torn from my soul Oh kiss one for me When you're holding That box of love letters from old Mexico Oh kisses one for me When you're holding That box of love letters From old Mexico Oh oh...