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>>John Prine -- cool! I take back all the things I have thought about your politics <g>.
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>I thought you already knew my taste in music was dyslexic, or eclectric or something like that.<g>

Yes. Mine, too. John Prine has just been a favorite for longer than most others, that's all.

He has always said he came up with a lot of the lyrics for the songs on his first album -- which IMO he would be remembered for even if he hadn't followed it with 30 or how many others -- while walking his route as a mailman in Maywood Park, a suburb of Chicago. Just goes to show good ideas can come anytime.

So many great songs. Here is one I just happened to think of for no apparent reason (and another subject we probably agree on), "Unwed Fathers" --


In an Appalachian Greyhound station
She sits there waiting in a family way
"Goodbye brother, Tell Mom I love her
Tell all the others, I'll write someday"

Chorus:
From a teenage lover to an unwed mother
Kept undercover like some bad dream
While unwed fathers, they can't be bothered
They run like water through a mountain stream

In a cold and gray town a nurse say's "Lay down"
'This ain't no playground, and this ain't home'
Someone's children, out having children
In a gray stone building, all alone

On somewhere else bound, Smokey Mountain Greyhound
She bows her head down, hummin' lullabies
'Your daddy never meant to hurt you ever'
'He just don't live here, but you've got his eyes'


Many more John Prine lyrics here --

http://www.jpshrine.org/lyrics/alphabetical_lt.html