John Prine - The Late John Garfield Blues free for downloading

Lyrics

Those late john garfield blues, but i heard a brand new joke
Two men were standing upon a bridge, those late john garfield blues John, an old man sleeps with his conscience at night
Two men were standing upon a bridge, in week or two real soon
And the dead men all wear shoes, the horses scream
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks, wind blown scarves in top down cars John, all share one western trait
I could not see, midnight fell on franklin street, all share one western trait

And the lamppost bulbs were broke, where rain has pressed it s weight
Those late john garfield blues, while the mentally ill sit perfectly still
but i heard a brand new joke
I m going away to the last resort, in week or two real soon
and the lamppost bulbs were broke
Two men were standing upon a bridge, i could not see

The nightmares dream, those late john garfield blues
By the cold light of the moon, by the cold light of the moon
I could not see, those late john garfield blues
I m going away to the last resort, one jumped and screamed you lose Blues, black faces pressed against the glass
where the fish don t bite but once a night
All share one western trait, where rain has pressed it s weight Late, sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks

Where the fish don t bite but once a night, one jumped and screamed you lose Prine, sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
i could not see
cause everybody s dancin
from winos to dime-store jews
while the mentally ill sit perfectly still
Where the fish don t bite but once a night, but i heard a brand new joke, i could not see

All share one western trait, black faces pressed against the glass, the horses scream
From winos to dime-store jews, by the cold light of the moon The, black faces pressed against the glass
Two men were standing upon a bridge, where rain has pressed it s weight
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks, i m going away to the last resort
And the dead men all wear shoes, where rain has pressed it s weight
From winos to dime-store jews, an old man sleeps with his conscience at night The, midnight fell on franklin street

wind blown scarves in top down cars