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A Good Time `John Prine`

Time was once just a clock to me and life was just a book a biography success was something you just had to be and I would spend myself unknowingly and you know that I could have me a million more friends

John Prine `Low`

I verified the mathand double-checked the syntaxI tried to heal your bodybut it just kept coming backyou never had a chanceI thought I was a poetI had so much to saybut now I want to see the bloodI want

Pretty Good `John Prine`

I got a friend in Fremont, He sells used cars, ya know.

My Old Kentucky Home, Goodnight `John Prine`

darkies are gay The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in bloom While the birds make music all the day The young folks roll on the little cabin floor All merry, all happy and bright By 'n by hard times come a-knocking

Saddle In The Rain `John Prine`

Down in my basement And he waited there for me To have this accident So he could drink my wine And eat me like a sacrament And I just stood there like I do Then I came and went I came and went Like a

Blue Umbrella `John Prine`

Feelings are strange especially when they come true and I had a feeling you'd be leaving soon so I tried to rearrange all my emotions but it seems the same no matter what I do.

Out Of Love `John Prine`

Barley malts and does eat oats and little girls are lively And your liveliness has left me in a brew So I'm sitting here just drinking beer 'Cause there's nothing else to do And when I'm out of love, I'm

Rocky Mountain Time `John Prine`

trains were all gone I reached in my pocket And I wanted for dawn [Chorus:] The clock played drums And I hummed the sax And the wind whistled down The railroad tracks Hey three for a

He Was In Heaven Before He Died `John Prine`

There's a rainbow of babies Draped over the graveyard Where all the dead sailors Wait for their brides And the cold bitter snow Has strangled each grass blade Where the salt from their tears

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore `John Prine`

While digesting Reader's Digest In the back of a dirty book store, A plastic flag, with CUM on the back, Fell out on the floor.

Angel From Montgomery `John Prine`

I am an old woman named after my mother My old man is another child that's grown old If dreams were lightning thunder was desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago Chorus: Make me an

Christmas In Prison `John Prine`

It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good we had turkey and pistols carved out of wood and I dream of her always even when I don't dream her name's on my tongue and her blood's in my stream

Sour Grapes `John Prine`

matter if it never quits rainin' Except the kids are afraid of the thunder Say sour grapes You can laugh and stare Say sour grapes But I don't care I couldn't care less if I didn't have a

Everybody `John Prine`

don't have to sympathize Or care what they may do But everybody needs somebody that they can talk to Well he spoke to me of morality Starvation, pain and sin Matter of fact the whole dang time

Middle Man `John Prine`

I was sitting in a diner With a girl named Flo She wouldn't say yes But she couldn't say no She said,?Darling, can I get a middle man??

My Own Best Friend `John Prine`

You'll take all you gave me Like it never was there And I think that I might, no, I know Yes, I will help you there 'Cause, I've done it before and I'd do it again 'Cause it's the only time

Way Down `John Prine`

[Chorus:] Way down Way down it must be I can't stop this misery It must be way down Spring is just a smile away Laughing at a summer day Turn around Look at fall Winter, hear my lonely

Love, Love, Love `John Prine`

He stumbled through the alley with his long coat on Nothing but a bottle in his hand She sat in her apartment lonesome to the bone Wondering what had happened to her man [Chorus] Love, love, love, love

Spanish Pipedream `John Prine`

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the

Aimless Love `John Prine`

He's just a small fry, a bit too gun shy To have his heart touched without a glove He looks at strangers as potential dangers Trying to steal his aimless love Love has no mind, it can't spell unkind It's

Illegal Smile `John Prine`

twelve o'clock before I realized That I was havin' .. no fun Chorus: But fortunately I have the key to escape reality And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile It don't cost very much, but it lasts a

Slow Boat To China `John Prine`

Lets take a slow boat to china. leave from south carolina Lets take our time and go the long way On a junk boat to thailand with your hand in mine hand I sure hope we got something to say Well, this old

Come Back To Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard `John Prine`

The last time that I saw her She was standing in the rain With her overcoat under her arm Leaning on a horsehead cane She said Carl, take all the money She called everybody Carl My spirit's broke My mind's

The Accident (Things Could Be Worse) `John Prine`

man in a lite blue sedan who had obviously been to a bar.

Diamonds In The Rough `John Prine`

While walking out, one evening, Not knowing where to go Just to pass the time away Before we held our show I heard a little mission band Playing with all their might I gave my soul to Jesus

The Bottomless Lake `John Prine`

Here's the story of a man and his family And a big trip that they took Well, I heard all about in a restaurant And I read it in a history book They rented a car at the Erie Canal But the car didn't have

Six O'Clock News `John Prine`

Wanda had a baby in nineteen fifty one. The father was stranger and a stranger was the son. Call that child James Lewis, call these rooms a home. Changing all them diapers polish all that chrome.

Billy The Bum `John Prine`

He'd prove he could run Twice as fast as the sun By losing his shadow at night Now he loved every girl In this curly headed world But no one will know it seems For two twisted legs and a

Sam Stone `John Prine`

And the time that he served, Had shattered all his nerves, And left a little shrapnel in his knees.

Dear Abby `John Prine`

G C G My friends they all tell me I've no friends at all, D G Won't you write me a letter, won't you give me a call. C D G Signed, Bewildered.