Dear, God in Heaven They say "How Great Thou Art" I've never asked that much of you And I aint about to start But it goes without saying It's become a strange old time You got so many other choices Please don't take John Prine Don't make me list all those That do deserve to go According to the manual You already know So open up the gates We'll send 'em up there in no time Just grant us a little grace And please don't take John Prine Please don't bury him Down in the cold, cold ground Like Dolly, Kris and Willie We'd like to keep him around We're stocking up on bread And drinking all the wine Take away our freedom But please don't take John Prine I know we all gotta go When it is our time But none of us are ready yet For you to take John Prine