John Prine - Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard lyrics
[John Prine - Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard lyrics]
The last time that I saw her
She was standing in the rain
With her overcoat under her arm
Leaning on a horsehead cane
She said, "Carl, take all the money"
She called everybody Carl
My spirit's broke, my mind's a joke
And getting up's real hard
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard come back to us
Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying Quaaludes on the phone
Hey, you talk about a paper route
She's a shut-in without a home
God save her, please, she's nailed her knees
To some drugstore parking lot
Hey, Mr brown, turn the volume down
I believe this evening's shot
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard come back to us
Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard
Can't you picture her next Thursday?
Can you picture her at all
In the Hotel Boulderado at the
Dark end of the hall?
I gotta shake myself and wonder
Why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials
We'd all be on TV
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard come back to us
Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard
She was standing in the rain
With her overcoat under her arm
Leaning on a horsehead cane
She said, "Carl, take all the money"
She called everybody Carl
My spirit's broke, my mind's a joke
And getting up's real hard
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard come back to us
Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying Quaaludes on the phone
Hey, you talk about a paper route
She's a shut-in without a home
God save her, please, she's nailed her knees
To some drugstore parking lot
Hey, Mr brown, turn the volume down
I believe this evening's shot
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard come back to us
Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard
Can't you picture her next Thursday?
Can you picture her at all
In the Hotel Boulderado at the
Dark end of the hall?
I gotta shake myself and wonder
Why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials
We'd all be on TV
Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard come back to us
Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard