Woorden:
Prine John Lost Dogs And Mixed Blessings

Who forgot that it was Sunday And the old men Why, they're sitting 'round their cracker barrels And the children Yeah, they're out humming those Christmas carols And

Love gives Love takes It takes a lot of lucky breaks Lucky strikes Lucky stars I don't know how I got this far Who knows where it's coming from Or where

in rest Tender is the hope of tenderness Love thy neighbor as thyself And thou shall not steal I know that this love is real Love thy neighbor as thyself And

to mention The ride that I was hitchin' To the aluminum convention I had such good intention Keep your cotton pickin' fingers off My song poem And leave

seen I hear the ringing of her phone She must live up there all alone She hangs her clothes out on the line They're hanging there right next to mine And

Love gives Love takes It takes a lot of lucky breaks Lucky strikes Lucky stars I don't know how I got this far Who knows where it's coming from Or where

our things And have some fun Then we'll say goodbye And go back home when the day is done If you tell me I'll tell you too And we'll say the things And

it hurts me And there's nothing I can do I want to hold you my dear Forever and ever I love you so much it hurts me so I love you so much it hurts me And

Full blown silence in an empty room A former bride and a former groom A folding table and a folding chair A folded hand of poker there All new directions