John Prine….I miss him everyday….but I get to hear him whenever I please…..

We had an apartment in the city
And me and Loretta liked living there
Well, it’d been years since the kids had grown
A life of their own
And left us alone

John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean War
And I still don’t know what for
Don’t matter anymore

You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
“Hello in there, hello”

Me and Loretta, we don’t talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream
That we’ve both seen

Someday I’ll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
But what could I say if he asks, “What’s new?”
“Nothin’, what’s with you?
Nothin’ much to do”

You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
“Hello in there, hello”

So if you’re walkin’ down the street sometime
And spot some hollow, ancient eyes
Please don’t just pass ‘em by and stare
As if you didn’t care
Say, “Hello in there, hello”

Songwriters: John Prine

Up in the morning.
Work like a dog.
Is better than setting
like a bump on a log.

Mind all your manners.
Be quiet as a mouse.
Some day you’ll own a home,
that’s as big as a house.

I know a fellow.
He eats like a horse.
Knocks his old balls,
round the old golf course.

You ought to see his wife.
She’s a cute little dish.
She smokes like a chimney,
and drinks like a fish

There’s a big old goofy man
dancing with a big old goofy girl,
Oh baby, it’s a big old goofy world.

Elvis had a woman,
with a head like a rock.
I wish I had a woman,
that made my knees knock.

She’d sing like an angel,
and eat like a bird.
And if I wrote a song,
she’d know every single word.

There’s a big old goofy man
dancing with a big old goofy girl,
Oh baby, it’s a big old goofy world.

Kiss a little baby.
Give the world a smile.
And if you take an inch,
give them back a mile.

Cause if you lie like a rug,
and you don’t give a damn,
you’re never going to be,
as happy as a clam.

I’m sitting in a hotel,
trying to write a song.
My head is just as empty,
as the day is long.

Why it’s clear as a bell,
I should have gone to school.
I’d be wise as an owl,
Instead of stubborn as a mule.

There’s a big old goofy man
dancing with a big old goofy girl,
Oh baby, it’s a big old goofy world.

Oh baby, it’s a big old goofy world.

Songwriter-John Prine

Take A Step Outside My Inside

John Prine Double Long Time Gone Sunday-Hello…