Dear John

Key f writers, aubry gass and tex ritter
(f) well when I woke up this mornin,
There was a note upon my door,
Said dont make me no coffee babe,
cause I wont be back no more,
And thats all she wrote, dear john,
Ive (c7) sent your saddle (f) home.
Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale,
Daniel in the lions den,
But I know a guy that didnt try to get along,
And he wont get a chance again,
And thats all she wrote, dear john,
Ive fetched your saddle home.
Now she didnt forward no address,
Nor she didnt say goodbye,
All she said was if you get blue,
Just hang your little head and cry,
And thats all she wrote, dear john,
Ive sent your saddle home.
Now my gals short and stubby,
Shes strong as she can be,
But if that little old gal of mine,
Ever gets a-hold of me,
Thats all she wrote, dear john,
Ive sent your saddle home.
Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale,
Daniel in the lions den,
But I know a man that didnt try to get along,
And he wont get a chance again,
And thats all she wrote, dear john,
Ive 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 thats all she wrote, dear john,
Ive sent your saddle home.