Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By John Prine, Billy, the bum lived by the thumb
And sang of the
By John Prine, While walking out, one evening
Not knowing where to go
Just to
By John Prine, While out sailing on the ocean, while out sailing on
By John Prine, Station was empty
Trains were all gone
I reached in my pocket
Waited
By John Prine, I don't care if the sun don't shine
But it better
By John Prine, Robert was a sailor
For the best years of his life
His
By John Prine, I come home from work this evening
There was a note
By John Prine, I knew a girl who was almost a lady
She had
By John Prine, The night club was burning
From the torch singer's song
And the
By John Prine, Oh I get drunk most every night
Seems like all we
