| 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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| Well, 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» |