Lyrics:
contents ..
John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
a favor
Just play me a little John Prine”
He said anything you want here
Give me a song that will just please your ear
Then another one to just get you
of our past, nothing was sacred, colours nailed to the mast.
The Open Road, blue skies as far as you could see,
And for a thousand miles, just John Prine
a big fall
I think we're headed for a bad time
I'm going to go downstairs
And sit in that chair you like
I want to put a John Prine record on
Yes
Another one is gone today, this time it's John Prine
Time to check him out and spin a few
I never really listened when he was in his prime
But
your beats are for bars
Cause DNA can never live in a cell
If you ain't got no heart nigga
If y'all wanna know why I brung
All this to the center stage
County Delta country
Yeah, I got a deal and so did John Prine
Steve Forbert and Springsteen, all in a line
They were lookin' for you, signin' up others
We
on the fire in that cabin on the mountainside
And I'll sing you old John Prine by the firelight
Oh, how your long brown hair was shining as you spun around
I’ve lived it in my mind listening to John Prine with you
All you’ll ever need to know about this world can be found inside his songs
Who will tell me
John forgive us our sins
Dear John forgive us our sins
Dear John forgive us for our sins
Creator of all forgive us our sins
Dear John forgive us our sins
nite
Hoping that that would be all rite
Rainy Thursday mornings in the basement with John Prine
I will be on your mind
Ooohhh... what am I to do when my
and he keeps all the best
The better to feather his pretty little nest
Long John Silver, Long John Silver
Don't bet your shirt on Long John Silver
John Henry.)
First of all John Henry was a black man
He was born where the sun don't ever shine
He was six feet tall he didn't know his own strength
living our best lives
Every time I see John's mom I stop and give her pipe
Cause fuck John, yeah, fuck King Pig
He's a petty motherfucker who touches
are living our best lives
Every time I see Johns mom I stop and give her pipe
Cause fuck John, yeah, fuck King Pig
He's a petty motherfucker who
You just a regular human being
And it's love that I'm always just trying to bring
Can't help it if others don't like what they see
We all live in
people do
Come on, TJ
Not everybody's gonna find clarity
In a back porch sittin' kind of therapy
With a little bit of wine, John Prine, and Camel
You know all the rules by now
And the fire from the ice
Now will you come with me
Won't you come with me
Oh what I want to know
Will you come with
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
Remember Benjamin Franklin or John Prine
Abraham Lincoln or this cousin of mine
They all made an honest living
Working for the U.S. Mail
For Pony
sold out
Before she even though of putting it out
And John, who was never the quiet one
Makes all his press contributions from his old songs
In tune, in
Live love live I can't feel ya
Them niggas trynna kick it but can't kick it like it fifa
And They was trynna see me but can't see me like John Cena
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
Discuss these all the best live by john prine Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In