Prine
John Prine would tell stories between songs or when he’d reach for a new guitar. The packed audience was completely silent, hanging on every word, listening to a sermon of sorts, Sunday mass for the everyman.
RIP John Prine.
“That’s the way that the world goes ‘round.
You’re up one day and the next you’re down.
It’s half an inch of water and you think you’re gonna drown.
That’s the way that the world goes ‘round.”
