John Prine

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[tonyt53]

1. I like Prine, but his song about "Paradise" is wrong. I grew up across the Green River from there.

[Thunderbeast]

2. My favorite musician of all time

His voice is awful.
His guitar playing is not spectacular.
His lyrics are pure poetry!

Angel From Montgomery
Hello In There
Souvineers
Long Monday
Paradise (even if not accurate)

Prine's long collaboration and friendship with Steve Goodman produced some of the finest performances ever!

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3. My favorite John Prine song is his duet with Iris Dement called "In Spite of Ourselves"

If I wasn't having computer pbs, I'd post the video.

I've been a huge fan of his for decades...He's a truly great songwriter.

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4. Here's a version-

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Another, a personal fave-

[Totally Tunsie]

6. OMG - I love them both individually, but

I adore them together! Iris swings her way around this area every few years, playing in small venues that are up close and personal. We go to see her whenever we can. Haven't yet seen them together, but hope to some day.

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5. "But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss"

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You won't believe this
But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss
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Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood

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Just married just married
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You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood
Signed dear Abby