A few weeks back I heard the sad news that John Prine, legendary singer/songwriter, passed away.
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, “Hello in there, hello”
A few weeks back I heard the sad news that John Prine, legendary singer/songwriter, passed away.
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Nancy Roman
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Learning from yesterday, living for today
Food, Art, Books, Birds and whatever...
Planting roots on our little wild farm.
Connecting with People in My Path
A Typical Blog. A Typical Woman. A Typical Take On Life. With An Atypical Twist!
“I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.”
Arise, shine; For your light has come!
Country Living for Beginners
Kate's views on life edited by four opinionated cats
Novelist, Traveler, and More
My Journey From Merchant Mariner to Mother, And Spiritual Being.
Nancy Roman
just another plaid-wearin' java-sippin' girl
Just another WordPress.com weblog
some thoughts along the way
music, poetry, musings, photography and philosophy from a woman who found her way back home and wants you to come over for a hike and a cocktail.
Stop in and see what's happening during these days of mine
How life coaches me as I ride...
EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS...
I wonder why entertainment ephemera, e.g., posters and tickets, often omit the year.
Good question, one I don’t know the answer to. The year was 1980. ~ MJ
Thanks for sharing John Prine’s work. I have added this song to my music library and will be checking out more of him now. Thank you …
Just when you find yourself chuckling at one of his more irreverent songs a thoughtful and poignant one will deliver an unexpected gut punch! Enjoy, MJ
That’s only one of the definable characteristics of any great lyricist, the ability to evoke many different emotions is what makes them significant as artists. Gut punches included! Thanks!