A Little Box Of Pine On The 7:29 Lyrics - Hank Snow

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