On my left shoulder rests the cheek of an angel
She whispers "you don't have to go"
And over my right
The red taillights
Of a bus bound for San Francisco
All I want to do in this life is stretch out
See how far this ol' boy can go
Till the day I am torn
Between the place I was born
And the place they one day lay me low
There's something out there for me
So send my regrets
'Cause this just can't be as good as it gets
No one comes this far just to pay their respects
I don't believe this is as good as it gets
I've worn out so many steel strings
I've worn out so many John Prine songs
In the corner of a bar
With an empty tip jar
And nobody singing along
And I just think there's something out there for me
So send my regrets
'Cause this just can't be as good as it gets
No one comes this far just to pay their respects
I don't believe this is as good as it gets
Just then my mind wanders off from that bar stool
Though the moment don't last very long
But just then I'm sitting beside old Mr. Prine
And I'm playing him one of my songs
And I say John, there's gotta be something out there for me
With all due respect
This just can't be as good as it gets
No one comes this far just to pay their respects
I don't believe this is as good as it gets
And I may die trying
And with my last breathe
I will die smiling with all I got left
Who may come along
They can pay their respects
But may they never believe
This is as good as it gets
She whispers "you don't have to go"
And over my right
The red taillights
Of a bus bound for San Francisco
All I want to do in this life is stretch out
See how far this ol' boy can go
Till the day I am torn
Between the place I was born
And the place they one day lay me low
There's something out there for me
So send my regrets
'Cause this just can't be as good as it gets
No one comes this far just to pay their respects
I don't believe this is as good as it gets
I've worn out so many steel strings
I've worn out so many John Prine songs
In the corner of a bar
With an empty tip jar
And nobody singing along
And I just think there's something out there for me
So send my regrets
'Cause this just can't be as good as it gets
No one comes this far just to pay their respects
I don't believe this is as good as it gets
Just then my mind wanders off from that bar stool
Though the moment don't last very long
But just then I'm sitting beside old Mr. Prine
And I'm playing him one of my songs
And I say John, there's gotta be something out there for me
With all due respect
This just can't be as good as it gets
No one comes this far just to pay their respects
I don't believe this is as good as it gets
And I may die trying
And with my last breathe
I will die smiling with all I got left
Who may come along
They can pay their respects
But may they never believe
This is as good as it gets
Other albums by the artist
Emerald Blue
2022 · single
Everybody Colored their own Jesus
2022 · single
Castle on Irish Bayou
2022 · single
Plans
2022 · single
Slow Down
2022 · single
False River
2018 · album
The Moorings
2013 · album
Songs I Wrote Before I Knew You
2009 · album
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