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