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[Skeeter]
Dear John, oh how I hate to write.
Dear John, I must let you know tonight,
that my love for you has died away like grass upon the lawn
And tonight I wed another dear John.



[Bobby]
I was overseas in battle when the postman came to me
He handed me a letter and I was just as happy as I could be
Cause the fighting was all over and the battles have all been won
But then I opened up the letter and that started: dear John,
Won't you please send back my picture my husband wants it now
When I tell you who I'm wedding you won't care dear anyhow
And it hurts me so to tell ye that my love for you has gone
But tonight I wed your brother dear John

[Skeeter]
And tonight I wed another dear John.