JOHN PRINE
I am an old woman
Named after my mother
My old man is another
Child who's grown old.
If dreams were lighting
And thunder were desire
This old house would have burnt down
A long time ago.
Make me an angel
To fly 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.
-- John Prine
John Prine
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Here’s a realistic song about Junkies, I say realistic because it doesn’t glorify it or belittle said people, it’s written from first hand observation and is well, a damn decent song in general...