Saturday, January 2, 2010

Speaking of John Prine Lyrics

I am an old woman, named after my mother
My old man is another, child that's grown old
If dreams were thunder, lightning were desire
This old house would have burnt down, a long time ago

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster from 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

Now ain't that just a beautiful way with words?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Prine is another one whose albums are still good. Dex

Gunnar Berg said...

I was going to say John Prine uses his tongue prettier than a $20 whore. ..........But I exercised restraint.