Faces lit up by their screens,
plague, confined, unknown
Piling covered Chevrolet's
parked in their driveway home
Waitin' for the word to come,
Weren't no way to know I'd have
the late great John Prine blues
Darkness fell on Nashville,
For all my life I told my wife
three women way out on the ledge one shot it was the
youth the Keenan cried a Galway song
the late great John Prine blues
can hardly sleep till half -past four
his daughter's up all night
and his wife sweetly softly snores
By day we keep apart six feet,
all night we closely watch
Don't bother addin' up the debt, son,
don't you light that fuse
An d ain't nobody dancin'
to the late great John Prime
Greatness comes but once inside a very long,
while and in his case the greatness was the man himself
his smile could light the whole wide world
and his songs would still room
Johnny's coming home late
Got to smoke them if you gotta miss it,
make great John Prine booze.