Crooked Piece of Time

John Prine

Things got rough, things got tough,

Things got harder than hard

We were just tryin' to make a living

In our back yard

We were born too late, died too soon.

Anxiety's a terrible crime

If you can't come now, don't come at all

'Cause it's a crooked piece of time

It's a crooked piece of time that we live in

All in all and all in all,

It was a crooked piece of time

Yesterday morning, an ill wind came

Blew your picture right out of the picture frame

Even blew the candle out from underneath the flame

Yesterday morning an ill wind came

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Prepared by Mike Martin