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Leave the Lights On


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John Prine


жанры: folk, singer-songwriter, americana, country, alt-country
альбомы: Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings
рейтинг: ★★★★★ / 5.3 / 1318 просмотров
Feeling kind of bony
On the telephoney
Talking to Marconi
Eating rice-a-roni
Nominated for a Tony
For acting like a phony
Watching twilight zoney
On my forty-two inch sony
This is just a long song
It ain't no poem
Leave the lights on till your baby gets homeIt's like sitting in the kitchen
When the music's really bitchin'
Your nose it starts to itchin'
As you count your old age pension
Did I forget 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 the lights on till your baby gets homeLeave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Don't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Got a big ol' dog
A chrome crowbar
I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my carMe and billy shakespeare
Stepped out to get a root beer
We sat together so near
People thought we were queer
Punctuated by the big scare
We joined the air force right there
To defend our country first class
Who couldn't give a rat's ass
Don't you tell me that the white house is my home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Don't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Got a big ol' dog
A big iron bar
I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
It's like kissing greta garbo with a mouth full of marbles
Like trying to cash a paycheck in the middle of a train wreck
Leave the lights on
Leave the lights onLike trying to get aroundo in a carmade of bondo
Like speaking german lingo to a dog named dingo - plotz
Leave the lights on
Leave the lights onLike a french fried quesadilla
In a franchised pizzeria
Leave the lights on
Leave the lights onA big iron bar
I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
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Это интересно:Prine is the son of William Prine and Verna Hamm. Prine himself started playing guitar at age 14, taught by his brother, David. He was a postman for five years and served in the Army before beginning his musical career in Chicago.In the late 1960s, while Prine was still delivering mail in Maywood, Illinois, he began to sing at open-mic evenings at the Fifth Peg on Armitage Avenue. Prine was initially a spectator, reluctant to perform, but eventually did so in response to a "You think you can do better?" comment made to him by another performer. Chicago Sun-Times movie critic Roger Ebert heard him there and wrote the first review Prine ever received, calling him a great songwriter.... продолжение
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