Dear John (I Sent Your Saddle Home) - John Prine

When I woke up this morning

There 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

Well, 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»