Letras:
Prine John John Prine Live

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

a storm all wet and warm not ten miles away Approaching my Mexican home Well my God I cried, it's so hot inside, you could die in the living room Take

share one western trait Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks From winos to dime-store Jews Probably don't know they give me These late John Garfield

Jesus the missing years It was raining, it was cold West Bethlehem was No place for a twelve year old So he packed his bags and he headed out To find

If I could make my living going fishing Then I would make my living with a line and pole Put food on the table pay the money to the landlord Buy some

's shoulders singing "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end" Space monkey, space monkey, there's nothing to do But it's better than living

I'm awfully tired of the same old business Kiss the babies, make 'em cry I'm only lookin' for one good woman Cross my heart and hope to die Stick a needle

Feelings are strange especially when they come true And I had a feelin' that you'd be leavin' soon So I tried to rearrange all my emotions But it seems

I could be as happy as a sardine in a can Long as I got my woman I could run stark naked and live in and old oak tree Just as long as she's with me My