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Key f writers, aubry gass and tex ritter |
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(f) well when i woke up this mornin', |
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There was a note upon my door, |
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Said don't make me no coffee babe, |
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'cause i won't be back no more, |
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And that's all she wrote, dear john, |
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I've (c7) sent your saddle (f) home. |
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Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale, |
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Daniel in the lion's den, |
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But i know a guy that didn't try to get along, |
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And he won't get a chance again, |
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And that's all she wrote, dear john, |
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I've fetched your saddle home. |
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Now she didn't forward no address, |
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Nor she didn't say goodbye, |
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All she said was if you get blue, |
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Just hang your little head and cry, |
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And that's all she wrote, dear john, |
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I've sent your saddle home. |
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Now my gal's short and stubby, |
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She's strong as she can be, |
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But if that little old gal of mine, |
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Ever get's a-hold of me, |
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That's all she wrote, dear john, |
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I've sent your saddle home. |
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Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale, |
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Daniel in the lion's den, |
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But i know a man that didn't try to get along, |
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And he won't get a chance again, |
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And that's all she wrote, dear john, |
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I've fetched your saddle home. |
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Now i went down to the bank this morning, |
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The cashier said with a grin, |
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I feel so sorry for you hank, |
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But your wife has done been in, |
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And that's all she wrote, dear john, |
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I've sent your saddle home. |
