John Prine (born October 10, 1946 in Maywood, Illinois) is an American country/folk singer/songwriter who has achieved widespread critical (and some commercial) success since the early 1970s. The son of William Prine and Verna Hamm, his grandfather had played guitar with Merle Travis and he started playing guitar himself at 14 years old. He was a postman for 5 years and spent a couple of years in the army before starting his musical career in the Chicago area. He emerged in 1971 with a highly acclaimed debut album titled John Prine. He and friend Steve Goodman (another folk singer/songwriter) had been minor stars in the Chicago folk scene before being "discovered" by Kris Kristofferson.
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He Forgot That It Was Sunday Lyrics
John Prine
The motel lights were blinkin
On my chartreuse four door lincoln
On the dock the fish were stinkin
I simply didnt have a care
And the old men sit round the cracker barrels
The children hum their christmas carols
The train tracks all run parallel
But theyll all meet up one day
On a dusty pew in a vestibule
Sits the devil playing pocket pool
Hes waiting for the next poor fool
Who forgot that it was sunday
We used to tell each other lies
With our orange plastic button eyes
In a former life on a motel chair
I was charlie parkers teddy bear
Yeah, me and bird wed stay up late
I used to watch him contemplate
While his horn would sit by the window and
Wait till it was time for him to blow it
On a dusty pew in a vestibule
Sits the devil playing pocket pool
Hes waiting for the next poor fool
Who forgot that it was sunday
The only song I ever knew
Was moonlight bay on the avenue
These are the tales from the devils chin
Charlie I couldve been a contender
And the old men sit round the cracker barrels
The children hum their christmas carols
The train tracks all run parallel
But theyll all meet up one day
On a dusty pew in a vestibule
Sits the devil playing pocket pool
Hes waiting for the next poor fool
Who forgot that it was sunday
Who forgot that it was sunday.