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John Prine - How Lucky | Текст Иностранной Песни
Today I walked down the street I use to wander Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man
John Prine - Bruised Orange | Текст Иностранной Песни
My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley On a cold winter's morning to a church house Just to shovel
John Prine - Please Don't Bury Me | Текст Иностранной Песни
Woke up this morning Put on my slippers Walked in the kitchen And died And oh, what a feeling! When my soul Went through the ceiling And on up into
John Prine - Angel From Montgomery | Текст Иностранной Песни
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
John Prine - Picture Show | Текст Иностранной Песни
A young man from a small town With a very large imagination Lay alone in his room with his radio on Looking for another station When the static from the mouthpiece Gave
John Prine - Big Fat Love | Текст Иностранной Песни
It started out When she was small She was premature She wasn't nothing at all Two pounds six ounces A little pumpkin seed But she got more love Than
John Prine - Way Back Then | Текст Иностранной Песни
Night is falling We're doing the things we do You are acting just like me I'm acting just like you Do you remember When you were my friend?
John Prine - Clay Pigeons | Текст Иностранной Песни
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down
John Prine - Love, Love, Love | Текст Иностранной Песни
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
John Prine - Rocky Mountain Time | Текст Иностранной Песни
Station was empty Trains were all gone I reached in my pocket Waited for dawn The clock played drums And I hummed the sax And the wind whistled down The
