The Glory of True Love

1. Glory of True Love

By John Prine and Roger Cook

John Prine: Rhythm acoustic guitar and lead vocals

Paul Griffith: Drums

Dave Jacques: Bass

Jason Wilber: Lead electric guitar

Pat McLaughlin: Mandolin, electric guitar and rhythm acoustic guitar

Phil Parlapiano: Accordion

Oh the glory of true love

Is a wild and precious thing

It don’t grow on old magnolias

Or only blossom in the spring

No the glory of true love

Is it will last your whole life through

Never will go out of fashion

Always will look good on you

You can climb the highest mountain

Touch the moon and stars above

But Old Faithful’s just a fountain

Compared to the glory of true love

Long before I met you darlin’

Lord, I thought I had it all

I could have my lunch in London

And my dinner in St. Paul

I got some friends in Albuquerque

Where the governor calls me “Gov”

You can give ‘em all to Goodwill

For the glory of true love

You can climb the highest mountain

Touch the moon and stars above

But Old Faithful’s just a fountain

Compared to the glory of true love

Glory, glory, glory, glory

You can’t never get enough

Time alone will tell the story

Of the glory of true love

Glory, glory, glory, glory

You can’t never get enough

Time alone will tell the story

Of the glory of true love

2. Crazy as a Loon

By John Prine and Pat McLaughlin

John Prine: Lead vocal and acoustic guitar

Paul Griffith: Drums

Dave Jacques: Bass

Jason Wilber: Electric rhythm guitar

Shawn Camp: Lead electric guitar

Dan Dugmore: Steel guitar

Phil Parlapiano: Piano, Hammond B3 and accordion

Pat McLaughlin: Additional electric guitar, mandolin, acoustic rhythm guitar, and harmony vocals

Back before I was a movie star

Straight off of the farm

I had a picture of another man’s wife

Tattooed on my arm

With a pack of Camel cigarettes

In the sleeve of my tee shirt

I was heading out to Hollywood

Just to have my feelings hurt

That town will make you crazy

Just give it a little time

You’ll be walking round in circles

Down at Hollywood and Vine

You’ll be waitin’ on a phone call

At the wrong end of a broom

Yes that town’ll make you crazy

Crazy as a loon

So I headed down to Nashville

To become a country star

Every night you’d find me hangin’

At every honky-tonk and bar

Pretty soon I met a woman

Pretty soon she done me wrong

Pretty soon my life got sadder

Than any country song

That town’ll make you crazy

Just give it a little time

You’ll be walkin’ round in circles

Lookin’ for that country rhyme

You’ll be waitin’ on a phone call

At the wrong end of a broom

Yes that town’ll make you crazy

Crazy as a loon

So I gathered up my savvy

Bought myself a business suit

I headed up to New York City

Where a man can make some loot

I got hired Monday morning

Downsized that afternoon

Overcome with grief that evening

Now I’m crazy as a loon

So I’m up here in the north woods

Just staring at a lake

Wondering just exactly how much

They think a man can take

I eat fish to pass the time away

‘Neath this blue Canadian moon

This old world has made me crazy

Crazy as a loon

Lord this world will make you crazy

Crazy as a loon

3. Long Monday
By John Prine and Keith Sykes

John Prine: Lead acoustic guitar and vocal

Mindy Smith: Harmony vocal

Dave Jacques: Bass

Phil Parlapiano: Accordion

Kenny Malone: Percussion

You and me

Sitting in the back of my memory

Like a honeybee

Buzzin’ ‘round a glass of sweet Chablis

Radio’s on

Windows rolled up

And my mind’s rolled down

Headlights shining

Like silver moons

Rollin’ on the ground

We made love

In everyway love can be made

And we made time

Look like time

Could never fade

Friday night

We both made the guitar hum

Saturday made Sunday feel

Like it would never come

It’s gonna be a long Monday

Sittin’ all alone on a mountain

By a river that has no end

It’s gonna be a long Monday

Stuck like the tick of a clock

That’s come unwound again

Soul to soul

Heart to heart

And cheek to cheek

Come on baby

Give me a kiss

That’ll last all week

The thought of you leavin’ again

Brings me down

The promise of

Your sweet love

Brings me around

It’s gonna be a long Monday

Sittin’ all alone on a mountain

By a river that has no end

It’s gonna be a long Monday

Stuck like the tick of a clock

That’s come unwound again

And again

4. Taking A Walk

By John Prine and Pat McLaughlin

John Prine: Acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Paul Griffith: Drums

Pat McLaughlin: Harmony vocal, mandolin, electric guitar

Mindy Smith: Harmony vocal

Dave Jacques: Bass

Jason Wilber: Gut string guitar, lead and rhythm electric guitar

Dan Dugmore: Steel Guitar

Phil Parlapiano: Piano, Hammond B3, accordion

A man came to our house

I believe it was yesterday

I would have invited him in

But I didn’t have a lot to say

His anticipation of me opening the door

Outweighed my apprehension as it never had before

And drove my concentration

Right through that hardwood floor

I’m taking a walk

I’m going outside

I’m taking a walk

I’m just getting by

There’s a girl in the white house

I don’t even know her name

Her disheveled appearance

Speaks volumes of shame

It’s an embarrassing situation

But a situation just the same

The way she walks on others

And never takes the blame

Upsets my constitution

Beyond its mortal frame

I’m taking a walk

I’m going outside

I’m watching the birds

I’m just getting by

Found a card in the pocket

Of my worn out overalls

From a girl in Cedar Rapids

Now residing in Idaho Falls

I wish you could have been there

When she opened up the door

And looked me in the face

Like she never did before

I felt about as welcome

As a Wal-Mart Superstore

I’m taking a walk

I’m going outside

I’m taking a walk

I don’t need a ride

I’m watching the birds

Flying so high

5. Some Humans Ain’t Human

By John Prine

John Prine: Lead vocals and acoustic guitar

Dave Jacques: Bass

Jason Wilber: Slide electric guitar, lead electric guitar

Phil “Mr. Squeeze” Parlapiano: Organ, piano, accordion

Some humans ain’t human

Some people ain’t kind

You open up their hearts

And here’s what you’ll find

A few frozen pizzas

Some ice cubes with hair

A broken Popsicle

You don’t want to go there

Some humans ain’t human

Though they walk like we do

They live and they breathe

Just to turn the old screw

They screw you when you’re sleeping

They try to screw you blind

Some humans ain’t human

Some people ain’t kind

You might go to church

And sit down in a pew

Those humans who ain’t human

Could be sitting right next to you

They talk about your family

They talk about your clothes

When they don’t know their own ass

From their own elbows

Jealousy and stupidity

Don’t equal harmony

Jealousy and stupidity

Don’t equal harmony

(Spoken)

Have you ever noticed

When you’re feeling really good

There’s always a pigeon

That’ll come shit on your hood

Or you’re feeling your freedom

And the world’s off your back

Some cowboy from Texas

Starts his own war in Iraq

(Singing)

Some humans ain’t human

Some people ain’t kind

They lie through their teeth

With their head up their behind

You open up their hearts

And here’s what you’ll find

Some humans ain’t human

Some people ain’t kind

6. Darlin’ Hometown

By John Prine and Roger Cook

John Prine: Rhythm acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Dave Jacques: Bass

Shawn Camp: Lead acoustic guitar

Jerry Douglas: Weissenborn

Alison Krauss: Harmony vocals

Dan Tyminski: Harmony vocals

Far away over the sea

There’s a river that’s calling to me

That river she runs all around

The place that I call my hometown

There’s a valley on the side

Of a hill

And flowers on an old windowsill

A familiar old picture it seems

And I’ll go there tonight

In my dreams

Where it’s green in the summer

And gold in the fall

Her eyes are as blue

As the sky I recall

Far away over the sea

There’s a place at the table

For me

Where laughter and music abound

Just waiting there

In my hometown

The river she freezes

When there’s snow on the ground

And the children can slide

To the far side of town

Far away far away me

Hung up on a sweet memory

I’m lost and I wish I were found

In the arms of my darlin’ hometown

With the evening sun sittin’

On top of the hill

And the mockingbird answering

The old chapel bell

Far away over the sea

My heart is longing to be

And I wish I could lay myself down

In the arms of my darlin’ hometown

7. Morning Train

By John Prine and Pat McLaughlin

John Prine: Acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Paul Griffith: Drums

Dave Jacques: Bass

Mindy Smith: Back up vocals

Pat McLaughlin: Back up vocals, Wurlitzer piano, lead electric guitar

Dan Dugmore: Steel guitar

Jason Wilber: Electric guitar

Phil Parlapiano: Organ, piano, accordion

I saw you all dolled up

Singing a song

In your pickup truck

You put me on a morning train

Ain’t no need to explain

You put me on a morning train

Hey, hey, brother Ray

What’d you mean by “what’d I say”

You put me on a morning train

Ain’t no need to explain

You put me on a morning train

If it’s gonna rain

And I wish

That it would

Just go ahead and rain

Get it over for good

If there’s really a hole

In that big blue sky

Then move it on over

And let me by

Constantinople

Is a mighty long word

Got three more letters

Than mockingbird

You put me on a morning train

Ain’t no need to explain

You put me on a morning train

I like you with your make up on

All dolled up

Singing a song

You put me on a morning train

Ain’t no need to explain

You put me on a morning train

8. The Moon is Down

By: John Prine

John Prine: Acoustic guitar, lead vocals

Alison Krauss: Harmony vocal

Shawn Camp: Lead electric guitar

Dave Jacques: Bass

Phil Parlapiano: Hammond B3 and accordion

Kenny Malone: Percussion

The moon is down

All over town

The forecast is grey

Now that she’s gone away

The stars in the skies

Fell out of her eyes

They shattered

When they hit the ground

And now the moon is down

The sun will be fine

It’ll still shine all the time

The sky will be blue

And do what it’s supposed to do

Ya see gravity pulls

But it can’t keep you around

It’ll be one long day

And now the moon is down

The moon is down

All over town

The stars in the skies

Fell out of her eyes

Gravity pulls

But it can’t hold you down

It’ll be one long day

Now the moon is down

It’ll be one long day

Now the moon is down

9. Clay Pigeons

By: Blaze Foley

John Prine: Lead acoustic guitar and lead vocal

Dave Jacques: Bass

Jason Wilber: Electric guitar, harmonica

Phil Parlapiano: Piano, accordion

I’m going down to the Greyhound station

Gonna buy a ticket to ride

I’m gonna find that lady with two or three kids

And sit down by her side

And ride ‘til the sun comes up and down

Around about two or three times

Smokin’ cigarettes in the last seat

Sing this song for the people I meet

And get along with it all

Where the people say “ya’ll”

Sing a song with a friend

Change the shape that I’m in

And get back in the game

And start playin’ again

I’d like to stay

But I might have to go

To start over again

I might go back down to Texas

Or to somewhere that

I never been

And get up in the mornin’

And go out at night

And I won’t have to go home

Get used to being alone

Change the words to this song

And start singing again

I’m tired of running around

Lookin’ for answers

To questions that I already know

I could build me a castle with memories

Just to have somewhere to go

Count the days and the nights

That it takes to get back in the saddle again

Feed the pigeons some clay

Turn the night into day

And start talkin’ again

When I know what to say

I’m going down to the Greyhound station

Gonna buy a ticket to ride

I’m gonna find that lady with two or three kids

And sit down by her side

And ride ‘til the sun comes up and down

Around about two or three times

Smokin’ cigarettes in the last seat

Sing this song for the people I meet

And get along with it all

Where the people say “ya’ll”

Feed the pigeons some clay

Turn the night into day

And start talkin’ again

When I know what to say

10. She Is My Everything

By John Prine

John Prine: Electric rhythm guitar, acoustic rhythm guitar, lead vocal

Paul Griffith: Drums

Dave Jacques: Bass

Jason Wilber: Lead electric guitar

Phil Parlapiano: Hammond B3, piano

Pat McLaughlin: Harmony vocal, rhythm acoustic, electric guitar

She is my everything

From her suntanned shoulders

Down to the freckles

On her wedding ring

Her feet are so warm

They could melt the snow

In the early spring

She is my everything

She goes everywhere

From Copenhagen

To making eggs and bacon

Down in Jackson Square

I’d like to drive

A Cadillac

The color of

Her long black hair

She goes everywhere

Kisses that come all the way from China

Kinda remind her

Of memories of Spain

If I get lost

You can always find her

Standing right beside me

In the rain

She uses Eveready

Batteries to keep

Her electrical appliances

Going steady

She can do

Fourteen things at once

And then the phone’ll ring

She is my everything

She knows everybody

From Muhammad Ali

To teaching Bruce Lee

How to do karate

She can lead a parade

While putting on her shades

In her Masaratti

She knows everybody

Kisses that come all the way from China

Kinda remind her

Of memories of Spain

If I get lost

You can always find her

Standing right beside me

In the rain

She is my everything

When she wakes up in the morning

That’s when the birdies

Start to sing

When I hear her voice

I’ll tell you boys

I forget everything

She is my everything

11. I Hate It When That Happens To Me

By John Prine and Donnie Fritts

John Prine: Acoustic guitar, lead vocal

Dave Jacques: Bass

Jason Wilber: Lead acoustic guitar

Pat McLaughlin: Harmony vocal

Phil Parlapiano: Accordion

Well I once knew

A man who

Was going insane

He let love chase him

Right up a tree

It took the police

And a fire truck

Just to bring him back down

I hate it when that happens to me

It made the front page

Of the paper

The gossip tongues wagged

Why they even showed it all on TV

Now if he should live forever

He won’t live it down

Oh I hate when that happens to me

Dog bites man

Man loses girl

Oh what did he ever do

Wrong in this world?

There once was

A big buzz

All over town

About a movie

Where the killer goes free

Now he’s got every

One’s sympathy

Oh I hate it when that happens to me

Yes I hate it when that happens to me

12. Bear Creek Blues

By: A.P. Carter

John Prine: Acoustic rhythm guitar, lead vocal

Paul Griffith: Drums

Dave Jacques: Bass

Jason Wilber: Electric rhythm and electric lead guitars

Pat McLaughlin: Mandolin, middle electric solo, acoustic rhythm, electric rhythm, harmony vocal

Way up on Bear Creek

Watching the sun go down

Way up on Bear Creek

Watching the sun go down

Well it makes me feel like

I’m on my last go round

Well the water up on Bear Creek

Tastes like cherry wine

Yeah the water up on Bear Creek

Tastes like cherry wine

One drink of that water

You stay drunk all the time

If you stay up on Bear Creek

You’ll get like Jesse James

If you stay up on Bear Creek

You’ll get like Jesse James

You’ll take two pistols

And rob that Bear Creek train

I’m going high, high

Up on some lonesome hill

I’m going high, high

Up on some lonesome hill

Look down on Bear Creek

Where my good gal used to live

Way up on Bear Creek

Watching the sun go down

Way up on Bear Creek

Watching the sun go down

Well it makes me feel like

I’m on my last go round

13. Other Side of Town

By John Prine

John Prine: Guitar and vocal

Audience: Laughter and applause

Recorded live at Ryman Auditorium October 16, 2004 for WRLT “Lighting 100/Nashville”

Why must you always seem to criticize me

Seems like everything I do just turns out wrong

Why don’t you come on out and despise me

So I could pack my bag and baby I’d be gone

Remember when you used to call me honey

Well I’d turn around and call you honey too

You might think it’s a joke, but it ain’t funny

To hurt someone who’s so in love with you

A clown puts his make up on upside down

So he wears a smile even when he wears a frown

You might think I’m here when you put me down

But actually I’m on the other side of town

My body’s in this room with you, just catching hell

But my soul is drinking beer down the road a spell

You might think I’m listening to your grocery list

But I’m leaning on a jukebox, and I’m about half…way there

A clown puts his make up on upside down

So he wears a smile even when he wears a frown

You might think I’m here when you put me down

But actually I’m on the other side of town

I’m sitting in a chair just behind my ear

Playing dominoes and drinking some ice cold beer

When you get done talking I’ll come back downstairs

And assume the body of the person you presume who cares

A clown puts his make up on upside down

So he wears a smile even when he wears a frown

You might think I’m here when you put me down

But actually I’m on the other side of town

I’m across the river on the other side of town

In my mind I’m going to the dog racing side of town

14. Safety Joe

By: John Prine

John Prine: Acoustic finger picked guitar, lead vocal

Dave “Shakey Legs” Jacques: Answer vocals

Jason “Shorty” Wilber: Answer vocals

John Wilkes Booth: Mandolin solo

Unknown Source: Laughter

Well he never got too lonely

And he never got too sad

But he never got too happy

And that’s what’s just too bad

He never reached much further

Than his lonely arms would go

He wore a seatbelt around his heart

And they called him Safety Joe

Safety Joe

What do you say?

What do you know?

If you don’t loosen up the buckle

On your heart and start to chuckle

You’re gonna die of boredom

Safety Joe

Now Joe he lived in Baltimore

‘Cause New York was too darn fast</