Obit: John Prine (1946-2020)

CyberPlayGround NetHappenings©1989Obit: John Prine (1946-2020)


I am an old woman
Named after my mother
My old man is another
Child that’s grown old.
If dreams were lightning
And thunder were desire
This old house would have burnt down
A long time ago.

Chorus: Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

When I was a young girl
Well I had me a cowboy
He weren’t much to look at
Just a free rambling man.
But that was a long time
And no matter how I try
The years just flow by
Like a broken down dam.


There’s flies in the kitchen
I can hear ’em there buzzin’
And I ain’t done nothin’
Since I woke up today
How the hell can a person
Go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening
And have nothing to say?

Chorus ^^


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