John Prine - Flashback Blues lyrics
[John Prine - Flashback Blues lyrics]
While window shopping through the past
I ran across a looking glass
Reflecting moments remaining in
A burned-out light
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 cruising
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 dancing on a sinking ship
Cloudy skies and dead fruit flies
Waving goodbye with tears in my eyes
Well, sure I made it
But you know it was a hell of a trip
Spent most of my youth out hobo cruising
And all I got for proof is rocks in
My pockets and dirt in my shoes
And ten times what it grieves you
That's how much more I hate to leave you now
So long babe, I got the flashback blues
Spent most of my youth out hobo cruising
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
I ran across a looking glass
Reflecting moments remaining in
A burned-out light
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 cruising
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 dancing on a sinking ship
Cloudy skies and dead fruit flies
Waving goodbye with tears in my eyes
Well, sure I made it
But you know it was a hell of a trip
Spent most of my youth out hobo cruising
And all I got for proof is rocks in
My pockets and dirt in my shoes
And ten times what it grieves you
That's how much more I hate to leave you now
So long babe, I got the flashback blues
Spent most of my youth out hobo cruising
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