John Prine

Lindsay come home
Dear won't you please
I ain't getting by
On memories

The roaches are far worse
Than before
And I ain't changed the locks
On the front door

I do the same thing every night
Just pray you'll come home
And you'll make things right

We can get high
And listen to John Prine
Just like we used to

We can get high
And listen to John Prine

Lindsay I'm starving
I'm broke as hell
I drank the last drop
From my well

You won't let me die babe
You ain't that mean
Won't you bring me
Some methamphetamine

We can make love
Till the morning light
Lindsay, come home
Dear, we'll make things right

And we can get high
And listen to John Prine
Just like we used to

We can get high
And listen to John Prine



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Maloney
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