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By John Prine, I can hear the wheels of the automobiles so far
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By John Prine, Black faces pressed against the glass
Where rain has pressed it's
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By John Prine, In an Appalachian, Greyhound station
She sits there waitin', in a
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By John Prine, Is there ever enough space between us
To keep us both
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By John Prine, A girl meets a guy
A car passes by
The moon shines
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By John Prine, Love gives
Love takes
It takes a lot of lucky breaks
Lucky strikes
Lucky
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By John Prine, It started out
When she was small
She was premature
She wasn't nothing
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By John Prine, Do you like me?
Well, I hope you do
'Cause if you
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By John Prine, The motel lights were blinkin'
On my chartreuse four door lincoln
On
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By John Prine, I love you so much it hurts me
Darlin' that's why
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By John Prine, Feeling kind of bony
On the telephoney
Talking to Marconi
Eating rice-a-roni
Nominated for
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By John Prine, Full blown silence in an empty room
A former bride and
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By John Prine, Moonlight shining on the back of my hand
Cat fight, rattlin'
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By John Prine, I can taste your lipstick in the wine
I can feel
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By John Prine, Down the hall, upstairs from me
There's a girl I swear
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By John Prine, February morning my car won't start today
I turned the key
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By John Prine, Well, the moon is yellow and the people are too
They
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By John Prine, Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah,
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By John Prine, Leaves were falling ..just like embers
In colors red and gold
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By John Prine, I got a girl that ain't got no home
She ain't
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By John Prine, You got everything that a girl should grow
I'm so afraid
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By John Prine, The sun goes down and leaves me sad and blue
Even
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By John Prine, Well, I rocked over italy and I rocked over spain
I
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By John Prine, I wish, I hope, I wonder where you're at sometimes
Is
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By John Prine, I got kicked off Noah's Ark, I turn my cheek
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By John Prine, Some of us spend hours
In front of a friday night
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By John Prine, "mmmmmmm"
In a small fishing village
Northeast of guam
Sits a fine young
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By John Prine, It was Christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We
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By John Prine, As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night
And
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By John Prine, Now that we're through
The hell with you
We don't mind
We just
