Hank Snow - A little box of pine on the 729

^CA mother wrote a warning how much ^Flonger must I ^Cwait Before you send my ^D7boy back home to ^G7me

For my ^Ceyes are growing dim and I'm ^Flonging for my Jim Please ^G7hurry up and let my boy go ^Cfree

The warden read the letter a ^Ftear fell from his ^Ceye Sitting down he ^D7wrote her this ^G7reply

There's a ^Clittle box of pine on the ^F7:29 ^G7Bringing back a lost sheep to the ^Cfold

There's a valley filled with tears as the ^Ftrain of sorrow nears The ^G7night is dark the world is growing ^Ccold

There he's ^G7taking his last ride down the ^Ctrail no more he'll roam On his ^D7face there is a smile he ^G7knows he's going home

There's a ^Clittle box of pine on the ^F7:29 ^G7Bringing back a lost sheep to the ^Cfold

The church was filled with people as the ^Forgan softly ^Cplayed And on their knees the ^D7congregation ^G7prayed

As they ^Csoftly sang a hymn for ^Fpoor widow's Jim He's ^G7happy for he's going home to ^Cstay

There he's ^G7taking his last ride down the ^Ctrail no more he'll roam On his ^D7face there is a smile he ^G7knows he's going home

There's a ^Clittle box of pine on the ^F7:29 ^G7Bringing back a lost sheep to the ^Cfold