Johnny Mercer / Gordon Jenkins



Dear, I thought I drop a line

The weather is cool

The fooks are fine

I'm in bed each night at nine

PS I love you



Yesterday we had some rain

But all in all I can't complain

Was it dusty on the train

PS I love you



Write to the Brown's just as soon as you're able

They came around to call

And not burn a hole in the dining room table

Now let me think; I guess that's all

Nothing else for me to say

And so I'll close, but by the way

Everybody's thinking of you

P.S. I love you