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Prine John John Prine

The motel lights were blinking On my chartreuse four door Lincoln On the dock, the fish were stinking I simply didn't have a care And the old men sit

Love gives Love takes It takes a lot of lucky breaks Lucky strikes Lucky stars I don't know how I got this far Who knows where it's coming from Or where

I can taste your lipstick in the wine I can feel your heartbeat close to mine With your love wrapped around me I'm silent and still I know that this love

Feeling kind of bony On the telephoney Talking to Marconi Eating rice-a-roni Nominated for a Tony For acting like a phony Watching twilight zoney On my

Down the hall, upstairs from me There's a girl I swear I never seen I hear the ringing of her phone She must live up there all alone She hangs her clothes

Is there ever enough space between us To keep us both honest and true? Why is it so hard just to sit in the yard And stare at the sky so blue? I've got

Big Old Goofy World John Prine Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished 'em well You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle And now the young Monsieur and Madame

Your world was so different from mine don't you see We just couldn't be close and though we tried We both reached for Heavens but ours weren't the same