DUDE! Prine rocks, or folks, or sumthin'...


There's a rainbow of babies draped over the graveyard,
Where all the dead sailors wait for their brides
And the cold bitter snow has strangled each grass blade
Where the salt from their tears washed in with the tides

chorus:
And I smiled on the Wabash, the last time I passed her
Yes I give her a wink, from the passenger side
And my foot fell asleep as I swallowed my candy
knowin' he was in heaven, a' before he died

Now the harbor's on fire from the dreams and desires
Of a thousand young poets, who failed cause they tried
But a rhyme without reason sinks down to the bottom
Where the scavengers eat 'em, and wash in with the tide

chorus

The sun can play tricks with your eyes on the highway
The moon can lie sideways til the oceans stand still
But a person can't tell his best friend he loves him
Til time has stopped breathin' and you're long on the hill

chorus


I think that's right, anyway. It's been awile. I saw him in concert 3 times in Seattle. The second time, Steve Goodman warmed up for him. Goodman was more or less responsible for Prine's first recording contract and they did great duets on a few of Prine's albums. They did the last few tunes together. Quite a night. Goodman passed away, you probably know, from Lukemia. Diagnosed at 18, they gave him two years to live. He misunderstood them and thought they said 20 years. He was some kinda 5 foot 5 Jewish cowboy guit box picker. Rest in Peace, Steve Goodman.

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