(Aubrey A. Gass)
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When I woke up this morning
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There was a note upon my door
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Saying " Don't make me no coffee, Babe
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Cause I won't be back no more"
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And that's all she wrote
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"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"
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Now Jonah got along in the belly of a whale
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Daniel in the lion's den
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I know a guy that didn't try to get along
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And he won't get a chance again
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That's all she wrote
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"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"
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She didn't forward no address
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No she never said goodbye
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All she said was "If you get blue
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Just hang your little head and cry"
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That's all she wrote
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"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"
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Now my gal's short and stubby
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She's mean as she can be
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If that little old gal of mine
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Ever gets a hold of me
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That's all she wrote
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"Dear John", I fetched your saddle home"
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Went down to the bank this morning
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The cashier said with a grin
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I'm sorry for you Little John
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But your wife has done been in
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That's all she wrote
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"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"
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That's all she wrote
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"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"
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Dear John (I Sent Your Saddle Home)
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| John Prine |
