Number of Lyrics in Album : 6
By John Prine, He's just a small fry, a bit too gun shy To
By John Prine, I threw a party. nobody came. I bought all the tickets.
By John Prine, Maureen, maureen, I shot a doctor last night on the airplane Well,
By John Prine, You may live alone And close your eyes some folks do You
By John Prine, Let's take a slow boat to China Leave from South Carolina Let's
By John Prine, Here's the story of a man and his family And a