American folk music is just one branch of country music... after living in Nashville for five years I often ask myself what sort of acoustic music isn't country after all. Not knowing much about any particular stream of the genre, it's always a surprise and a pleasure to hear a familiar tune. Today, when I heard the first notes of John Prine's How Lucky a smile came to my face as I thought "this has got to be one of the most famous guitar tunes ever made". I was pleased to learn the song is nice too.
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John Prine
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
I bronzed my shoes and hung from a rearview mirror
Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, scratched my head and lit my cigarette
Well, there was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Yeah, scratched my head and lit my cigarette
Well, there was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Hey, how lucky can
One...
Man..
Get.
Hey, how lucky can
One...
Man..
Get.
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