Song | Common Sense |
Artist | John Prine |
Album | Great Days: The John Prine Anthology |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Prine Music:John Prine | |
You can't live together | |
You can't live alone | |
Considering the weather | |
Oh my, how you've grown | |
From the men in the factories | |
To the wild kangaroo | |
Like those birds of a feather | |
They're gathering together | |
And feeling | |
Exactly like you | |
They got mesmerized | |
By lullabies | |
And limbo danced | |
In pairs | |
Please lock that door | |
It don't make much sense | |
That common sense | |
Don't make no sense | |
No more | |
Just between you and me | |
It's like pulling | |
When you ought to be shovin, | |
Like a nun | |
With her head in the oven | |
Please don't tell me | |
That this really wasn't nothing | |
One of these days | |
One of these nights | |
You'll take off your hat | |
And they'll read you | |
Your rights | |
You'll wanna get high | |
Every time you feel low | |
Hey, queen isabella | |
Stay away from that fella | |
He'll just get you | |
Into trouble, you know? | |
But they came here by boat | |
And they came here by plane | |
They blistered their hands | |
And they burned out their brain | |
All dreaming a dream | |
That'll never come true | |
Hey, don't give me no trouble | |
Or i'll call up my double | |
We'll play piggy-in-the-middle | |
With you | |
You'll get mesmerized | |
By alibis | |
And limbo dance in pairs | |
Please lock that door | |
It don't make much sense | |
That common sense | |
Don't make no sense | |
No more |
Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
You can' t live together | |
You can' t live alone | |
Considering the weather | |
Oh my, how you' ve grown | |
From the men in the factories | |
To the wild kangaroo | |
Like those birds of a feather | |
They' re gathering together | |
And feeling | |
Exactly like you | |
They got mesmerized | |
By lullabies | |
And limbo danced | |
In pairs | |
Please lock that door | |
It don' t make much sense | |
That common sense | |
Don' t make no sense | |
No more | |
Just between you and me | |
It' s like pulling | |
When you ought to be shovin, | |
Like a nun | |
With her head in the oven | |
Please don' t tell me | |
That this really wasn' t nothing | |
One of these days | |
One of these nights | |
You' ll take off your hat | |
And they' ll read you | |
Your rights | |
You' ll wanna get high | |
Every time you feel low | |
Hey, queen isabella | |
Stay away from that fella | |
He' ll just get you | |
Into trouble, you know? | |
But they came here by boat | |
And they came here by plane | |
They blistered their hands | |
And they burned out their brain | |
All dreaming a dream | |
That' ll never come true | |
Hey, don' t give me no trouble | |
Or i' ll call up my double | |
We' ll play piggyinthemiddle | |
With you | |
You' ll get mesmerized | |
By alibis | |
And limbo dance in pairs | |
Please lock that door | |
It don' t make much sense | |
That common sense | |
Don' t make no sense | |
No more |
Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
You can' t live together | |
You can' t live alone | |
Considering the weather | |
Oh my, how you' ve grown | |
From the men in the factories | |
To the wild kangaroo | |
Like those birds of a feather | |
They' re gathering together | |
And feeling | |
Exactly like you | |
They got mesmerized | |
By lullabies | |
And limbo danced | |
In pairs | |
Please lock that door | |
It don' t make much sense | |
That common sense | |
Don' t make no sense | |
No more | |
Just between you and me | |
It' s like pulling | |
When you ought to be shovin, | |
Like a nun | |
With her head in the oven | |
Please don' t tell me | |
That this really wasn' t nothing | |
One of these days | |
One of these nights | |
You' ll take off your hat | |
And they' ll read you | |
Your rights | |
You' ll wanna get high | |
Every time you feel low | |
Hey, queen isabella | |
Stay away from that fella | |
He' ll just get you | |
Into trouble, you know? | |
But they came here by boat | |
And they came here by plane | |
They blistered their hands | |
And they burned out their brain | |
All dreaming a dream | |
That' ll never come true | |
Hey, don' t give me no trouble | |
Or i' ll call up my double | |
We' ll play piggyinthemiddle | |
With you | |
You' ll get mesmerized | |
By alibis | |
And limbo dance in pairs | |
Please lock that door | |
It don' t make much sense | |
That common sense | |
Don' t make no sense | |
No more |