I wish, I hope, I wonder where you're at sometimes Is your back against the wall? Or just across the line Have you been standing in the rain reciting
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 Well that's all she wrote Dear John
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
Dear Abby, Dear Abby ... My feet are too long My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all
Fordítás: Prine, John. Kedves Abbey.
Fordítás: Prine, John. Kedves János.
Fordítás: Prine, John. Kedves John (I Sent A nyereg Home).
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
