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