FLASHBACK BLUES
(John Prine)


John Prine - 1971





While window shopping through the past, ran across a looking glass
Reflecting moments remaining in a burned out life
Tragic magic prayers of passion stay the same through changing fashion
They freeze my mind like water on a winter's night

Spent most of my youth out hobo cruisin'
And all I got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
So goodbye nonbeliever, don't you know that I hate to leave here
So long babe, I got the flashback blues

Photographs show the laughs recorded in between the bad times
Happy sailors dancin' on a sinkin' ship
Cloudy skies and dead fruit flies, wavin' goodbye with tears in my eyes
We sure made it ,but you know it was a hell of a trip

Spent most of my youth out hobo cruisin'
And all I got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
So ten times what it grieves ya, that's how much more I hate to leave ya
Now so long babe I got the flashback blues

Spent most of my youth out hobo cruisin'
And all I got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
So goodbye nonbeliever, don't you know that I hate to leave here
So long baby, I got the flashback blues






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2012)