is in Intensive Care and has been intubated with Covid-19 symptoms. Say a prayer if that's your thing. He's a National Treasure.

Hope he makes it. We don't need to lose another Giant.

Never heard of him... but Godspeed to him. 🙏

clever song writer, played the crap outta an album 15 or 20 years ago, don't recall the album name but the song Crazy as a Loon was on it.

I saw that today. John's one of my favorites of all time. Sam Stone, Grandpa was a Carpenter, Dear Abby, all classics.

don't wanna lose this one...

Praying for his recovery. I didn’t know much about or listen to him till the mid-70s. Couple older guys at the record store I started working in would occasionally put on his first album. I recognized two songs, “Hello in There” because it was covered by Bette Midler and “Angel From Montgomery” through Bonnie Raitt. Fantastic songwriter.

Yeah, I love those too.

He is a National Treasure.
#1

++1
Prine is so talented.
Nobody can compare .
This is bad news. ☹️☹️☹️

Oh man, not, "The number one door prize."

[-o<

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Woke up this morning
Put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen
And died
And oh, what a feeling!
When my soul
Went through the ceiling
And on up into heaven, I did ride
When I got there, they did say
"John, it happened this way
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head"
And all the angels say
"Just before you passed away
That these were the very last words
That you said"

"Please don't bury me
Down in that cold, cold ground
No, I'd rather have 'em cut me up
And pass me all around"
"Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size"
"Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just to get 'em out of here"
"Venus De Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junk man
And give my love to Rose"

"But please don't bury me
Down in that cold, cold ground
I'd rather have 'em cut me up
And pass me all around"
"Throw my brain in a hurricane
The blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size, oh man!"

"Give my feet to the footloose
Careless, fancy free
And give my knees to the needy
Don't pull that stuff on me"
"Hand me down my walking cane
It's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my ass goodbye"

"But, please don't bury me
Down in that cold, cold ground
I'd rather have 'em cut me up
And pass me all around"
"Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size, that's right"

I absolutely love that song Rich. Hands down one of my favorites.

My grandson can sing that one. LOL.

👍🏽

Recognized his talent just could never get in to him like my friends did.

Looks like placido Domingo caught it too.

I got a friend in Fremont, He sells used cars, ya know
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just ask me how'd it go
Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
But actually, everything is just about the same

I met a girl from Venus, and her insides were lined in gold
Well, she did what she did said "How was it, kid?"
She was politely told
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
But actually, everything is just about the same."

Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen

Molly went to Arkansas, she got raped by Dobbin's dog
Well, she was doing good till she went in the woods
And got pinned up against a log
Pretty good, not bad, she can't complain
'Cause actually, all them dogs is just about the same

Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen

I heard Allah and Buddha were singing at the Savior's feast
And up in the sky an Arabian rabbi
Fed Quaker oats to a priest
Pretty good, not bad, they can't complain
'Cause actually, all them gods are just about the same
Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
'Cause actually, everything is just about the same

In Spite of Ourselves
John Prine and Iris Dement

She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby, I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
Caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby, I'm his honey
I'm never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves we'll end up a-sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds, honey we're the big door-prize
We're gonna spite our noses right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big ol' hearts dancin' in our eyes

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs
She takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
A whacked-out weirdo and a love bugged junkie
Sly as a fox crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's a-howlin' at the moon
He's my baby, I don't mean maybe
I'm never gonna let him go

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gonna have to find that song and listen to it, Gene...a pair made in heaven...


think I saw him on Hee Haw a few times in the 70's...

He's pretty good for an ex postman from Chicago. [sarcasm]

One of my favorites. I was pretty sad when I heard he had fallen ill from the virus. Get well soon. 🌫

thank you, Sir!