Album: In Spite of Ourselves

Dear John (I Sent Your Saddle Home)

(vocals by 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
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";