It came in yesterday’s mail
In the mornin’
Blew in like a gale
Without any warning
I got a letter from her
“Dear John, we’re through
It’s over for us
Now I’m leaving you”
Now you just tell me what to do
When your baby says goodbye to you
“I’m kickin’ you outa my place
Don’t ever want to see your face”
And so I’m stuck her with this
Looking me in the eye
Like a brick in the wall
There I don’t know why
I got the Dear John blues
It’s just not the same,
Wouldn’t be half was bad
No, no, if John were my name