Dear Abby By John Prine

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
I've no friends at all
Won't you write me a letter,
Won't you give me a call
Signed, Bewildered

Bewildered, Bewildered
You have no complaint
You are what you are
And you ain't what you ain't
So listen up Buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood

Dear Abby, Dear Abby
My fountain pen leaks
My wife hollers at me
And my kids are all freaks
Every side I get up on
Is the wrong side of bed
If it weren't so expensive
I'd wish I were dead
Signed Unhappy

Unhappy, Unhappy
You have no complaint
You are what you are
And you ain't what you ain't
So listen up Buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood

Dear Abby, Dear Abby
You won't believe this
But my stomach makes noises
Whenever I kiss
My girlfriend, she tells me
It's all in my head
But my stomach, it tells me
To write you instead
Signed, Noise-maker

Noise-maker, Noise-maker
You have no complaint
You are what you are
And you ain't what you ain't
So listen up Buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood

Dear Abby, Dear Abby
Well I never thought
That me and my girlfriend
Would ever get caught
We were sitting in the back seat
Just shooting the breeze
With her hair up in curlers
And her pants to her knees
Signed, Just Married

Just Married, Just Married
You have no complaint
You are what you are
And you ain't what you ain't
So listen up Buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood.
Signed, Dear Abby


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