My Last Dollar

Dear Mr. Editor

Won't you please

Print my story

In your magazine



Warn all the lovers

How a cheating heart

Can only end up in misery



I was a lying, cheating fool

Treated her so cruel

Broke her heart and made her cry

Broke every rule and that's my



(True confession)

She can read the story

(Read it in your magazine)

That's my true confession

(True confession) and I'm sorry

(Sorry that I treated her so mean)

(Oh, sorry that I treated her mean)



I would call her up and apologize

If I was half the man I should be

But I'm afraid it's too late for that

Cause I know she wouldn't listen to me



I was a lying, cheating fool

Treated her so cruel

Broke her heart and made her cry

Broke every rule and that's my



(True confession)

She can read the story

(Read it in your magazine)

That's my true confession

(True confession) let her know that I

(Sorry that I treated her so mean)

(Oh, sorry that I treated her mean)



I know her love was true

But I made her cry

Time after time



Until one day

She couldn't take it no more

She said goodbye to me and

Walked straight out the door



So, please Mr. Editor, ask her for me

To take me back and give me a try

And I'll be true, oh, so true

And I'll love her til the day I die

And that's my



(True confession)

She buys your magazine

(Reads it in your magazine)

Print the story, it's mine

(True confession)...