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Prine John Live On Tour

Is there ever enough space between us To keep us both honest and true? Why is it so hard just to sit in the yard And stare at the sky so blue? I've got

On somewhere else bound, Smokey Mountain Greyhound She bows her head down, hummin' lullabies "Your daddy never, meant to hurt you ever He just don't live

? Why there was never really any doubt Every time he lights a candle or blows a candle out The scientific nature of the ordinary man Is to go on out and

She was the fairer of the two While the smaller and more fragile one was named Marie Having never seen white girls before And living on the two lakes

man in a Wigwam sitting on a reservation With a big black hole in the belly of his soul Waiting on an explanation While the white man sits on his fat

what I'm doin' here? Somebody ask me what I'm doin' here? A boneless breast and a crispy thigh Sittin' at the bar n' giving me the eye Black crows on

pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy's little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll Why it's quarter past eleven And you're sleeping on

When I woke up this morning, things were lookin' bad Seem like total silence was the only friend I had Bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down... and

named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two While the smaller and more fragile one was named Marie Having never seen white girls before And living on