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...