Hank Snow - A Little Box Of Pine On The 729 Lyrics

A Mother wrote a letter asking how much longer must I wait

Before you send my boy back home to me

For my eyes are growing dim and I'm longing for my Jim

Please hurry up and let my boy go free.



The warden read the letter and a tear fell from his eye

Sitting down he wrote her this reply

There's a little box of pine on the 7:29 bringing back a lost sheep to the fold

There's a valley filled with tears as the train of sorrow nears

The night is dark and the world is growing cold



There he's taking his last ride

Down the trail no more he'll roam

On his face there is a smile

He know he's going home



The church was filled with people as the organ softly played

On their knees the congregation prayed

As they softly sang a hymn for poor widow's Jim

For he's happy for he's going home to stay