| This is my last letter, baby |
| I just can’t write you anymore |
| My poor little fingers are swollen |
| I’m tired of pacin' the floor, yes I am Threw away our favorite records |
| It’s been tearin' me apart |
| This is my seventh letter, baby |
| Just to satisfy my heart |
| Monday, I wrote and told you |
| I was all alone and blue |
| Tuesday, I wrote again, baby |
| I said I love no one, no one |
| No one but you, no I don’t |
| Wednesday, I sent you a cable |
| Beggin' you to call, oh yes, I did |
| Thursday, I sent you a message |
| I said oh, darlin', darlin' please come back home |
| Friday, I woke up cryin' |
| Wiped the sweat upon a tear |
| I’ll get a long lonely seven |
| I did the same thing all over again, yes I did |
| This is my seventh letter, baby |
| On this bright Sunday mornin' |
| Just get off my knees from prayin' |
| I said oh Lord, oh Lord, please send her back home |
| Can’t you hear me talkin' to her? |
| (This is my last letter to you) |
| Seven letters, seven days, seven long lonely days |
| I’ll say again |
| (This is my last letter to you) |
| Yes it is, yes it is, oh, yes it is |
| (This is my last letter) |