I know a man who's got a lot to lose A pretty nice fella, kinda confused Got muscles in his head that've never been used He thinks he owns half of th… - John Prine

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I know a man who's got a lot to lose
A pretty nice fella, kinda confused
Got muscles in his head that've never been used He thinks he owns half of this town He goes out drinkin' gets a big red nose
Beats his old lady with a rubber hose Then he takes her out to dinner Buys her new clothes
That's the way that the world goes 'round You're up one day, the next you're down It's a half-an-inch of water and you think you're gonna drown
That's the way that the world goes 'round

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About John Prine

John Edward Prine (10 October 1946 – 7 April 2020) was an American country folk singer-songwriter, known for an often humorous style of folk/country music with elements of protest and social commentary.

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Alternative Names: John E. Prine John Edward Prine

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Summer's end's around the bend just flyin'
The swimmin' suits are on the line just dryin'
I'll meet you there for our conversation
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Until you've watched the shadows cross the ceilin'
Well I don't know, but I can see it snowin'
In your car the windows are wide open

I wish you love - and happiness I guess I wish - you all the best
I wish you don't - do like I do
And never fall in love with someone like you
Cause if you fell - just like I did
You'd probably walk around the block like a little kid
But kids don't know - they can only guess...

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A bitter wind blows through the country
A hard rain falls on the sea
If terror comes without a warning
There must be something we don't see
What fire begets this fire?
Like torches thrown into the straw
If no one asks, then no one answers
That's how every empire falls.

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