歌曲 | Dear John |
歌手 | Hank Williams |
专辑 | The Absolutely Essential Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Key f writers, aubry gass and tex ritter | |
(f) 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 (c7) sent your saddle (f) home. | |
Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale, | |
Daniel in the lion's 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, | |
And 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 get's 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 lion's 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. |
Key f writers, aubry gass and tex ritter | |
f 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 c7 sent your saddle f home. | |
Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale, | |
Daniel in the lion' s 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, | |
And 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 get' s ahold 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 lion' s 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. |
Key f writers, aubry gass and tex ritter | |
f 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 c7 sent your saddle f home. | |
Now jonah got along in the belly of the whale, | |
Daniel in the lion' s 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, | |
And 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 get' s ahold 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 lion' s 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. |