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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bing Crosby
Vocals
Bob Scobey
Trumpet
Frank Beach
Trumpet
Abe Lincoln
Trombone
Dave Harris
Tenor Saxophone
Clancy Hayes
Guitar
Ralph Sutton
Piano
Red Callender
Bass
Nick Fatool
Drums
Bob Scobey's Frisco Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Charles "Joe" Young
Lyrics
Fred E. Ahlert
Composer
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[Verse 1]
The mailman passes by and I just wonder why
He never ever rings my front doorbell
There's not a single line form that dear old love of mine
No, not a word since I last heard farewell
[Verse 2]
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I'm gonna write words oh, so sweet
They've gotta knock me off my feet
A lot of kisses on the bottom
I'll be glad I got 'em
[Verse 3]
I'm gonna smile and say I hope you're feelin' better
And close with love the way you do
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
[Verse 4]
The way you fellas play I'll say I'm feelin' better
Just a post script now and I'll be through
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it
And make believe it
Make believe it came from you
Written by: Fred E. Ahlert, Joe Young