Love John Prine
Dear Abby, dear Abby
My feet are too long
My hair’s falling out and my rights are all wrong
My friends they all tell me that I’ve no friends at all
Won’t you write me a letter, won’t you give me a call
Signed bewildered
“There’s a hole in Daddy’s arm where all the money goes.
Jesus Christ died for nuthin’ I suppose........”
Prine could make The Blues sound like The Partridge Family.