| Well when I woke up this mornin' | 
| There was a note upon my door | 
| Said don’t make me no coffee Babe | 
| 'cause I won’t be back no more | 
| And that’s all she wrote, Dear John | 
| I’ve sent your saddle home | 
| Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale | 
| Daniel in the lion’s den | 
| But I know a guy that didn’t try to get along | 
| And he won’t get a chance again | 
| And that’s all she wrote, Dear John | 
| I’ve fetched your saddle home | 
| Well she didn’t forward no address | 
| Nor she didn’t say goodbye | 
| All she said was if you get blue | 
| Just hang your little head and cry | 
| And that’s all she wrote, Dear John | 
| I’ve sent your saddle home | 
| Now my gal’s short and stubby | 
| She’s strong as she can be | 
| But if that little old gal of mine | 
| Ever get’s a-hold of me | 
| That’s all she wrote, Dear John | 
| I’ve sent your saddle home | 
| Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale | 
| Daniel in the lion’s den | 
| But I know a man that didn’t try to get along | 
| And he won’t get a chance again | 
| And that’s all she wrote, Dear John | 
| I’ve fetched your saddle home | 
| Now I went down to the bank this morning | 
| The cashier said with a grin | 
| I feel so sorry for you Hank | 
| But your wife has done been in | 
| And that’s all she wrote, Dear John | 
| I’ve sent your saddle home |