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