Текст: Johnny Cash. American IV: The Man Comes Around. Tear Stained Letter.

I'm gonna write a tear stained letter, I'm gonna mail it straight to you
I'm gonna bring back to your mind what you said about always bein' true
About our secret hidin' places bein' daily satisfied
I can see you sittin' and readin' it while you hang your head and cry
I just hope you're not so sad that you're gonna go down suicide

I'm gonna write a tear stained letter put it special delivery
'Cause it's gonna be full of stuff that's only known to you and me
'Bout how every time I get turned on you turn me off and bring me down
It'll be about the darkest news that ever did arrive in your hometown
It'll be about the saddest thing your mailman ever did bring around

I'm gonna write a tear stained letter, I'm gonna tell you one more time
That you still could reconsider and come back to bein' mine
And if you think about what I'm sayin' it'd be hard to refuse
Just be sure you think a long time on the answer that you choose
It will be a most important piece of personal, private news

I'm gonna write a tear stained letter, mark it, 'Personal private news'
And I hope you'll keep it to yourself and don't go 'round cryin' the blues
Givin' off a bad impression as to what went really wrong
When what it was, was that suddenly the music was all gone
And this man and woman got cut off in the middle of our song

I'm gonna write a tear stained letter, I'm gonna put it to a tune
So I'll be sendin' with it a sweet melody for you
And not some red-hot, upbeat zinger that'll set your body on fire
But a hunk of love included meant to take you a little higher
And to settle on your sweet, sweet mind at night when you retire
I'm gonna write a tear stained letter