Lyrics

Jeff Ashbaker
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Live Bait, Barbecue and John Prine ©

I heard it said that it won't be lost if it's measured
Like the ticking of a clock as time goes passing by
And heard Kristofferson call him a national treasure
And I wept just a little when his best friend Stevie died

He's left more souvenirs than a carnival side show
Cause he shares his heart and soul in every song
And if that ain't paradise, well I think it's over priced
So please don't bury me just sing along

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And the raven at my window finally crowed
Live bait, barbecue and John Prine, somewhere down the road
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Well I always kind of thought of myself as a late beginner
But I always understood the songs of the troubador
And the harbor in my heart's, been on fire from the start
And the blue umbrella won't hold back the rain no more

I won't pretend that these words could do him justice
So change 'em if you like and strum to a different tune
Cause all I wanted to say, was John, thank you anyway
For winding up my clock and filling all empty rooms

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