Text: Hank Williams. The Unreleased Recordings. Dear John.

Well when I woke up this mornin'
There was a note upon my door
Said, 'Don't make me no coffee, babe
'Cause I won't be back no more'
And that's all she wrote

'Dear John
(I've sent your saddle home)'

Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale
Daniel in the lions' den
But I know a guy that didn't try to get along
And he won't get a chance again
And that's all she wrote

'Dear John
(I've fetched your saddle home)'

Now she didn't forward no address
Nor she didn't say goodbye
All she said was if you get blue
Just hang your little head and cry
An' that's all she wrote

'Dear John
(I've sent your saddle home)'

Now my gal's short and stubby
She's strong as she can be
But if that little old gal of mine
Ever gets a hold of me
That's all she wrote

'Dear John
(I've 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 didn't try to get along
And he won't get a chance again
And that's all she wrote

'Dear John
(I've 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 that's all she wrote

'Dear John
(I've sent your saddle home)'