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PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
John Prine
Vocals
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Background Vocals
JD Souther
JD Souther
Background Vocals
Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
Background Vocals
Tommy Cathey
Tommy Cathey
Bass Guitar
Peter Bunetta
Peter Bunetta
Drums
Paul Cannon
Paul Cannon
Guitar
Steve Goodman
Steve Goodman
Guitar
James Brown
James Brown
Organ
Leo LeBlanc
Leo LeBlanc
Pedal Steel Guitar
Larry Muhoberac
Larry Muhoberac
Piano
Rick Vito
Rick Vito
Slide Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Cropper
Steve Cropper
Producer

Lyrics

You can't live together, you can't live alone Considering the weather, oh my how you've grown From the men in the factories to the wild kangaroo Like those birds of a feather, they're gathering together And feeling exactly like you They got mesmerized by lullabies and limbo danced in Pairs Please lock that door, it don't make much sense That common sense, don't make no sense no more Just between you and me, it's like pulling When you ought to be shoving Like a nun with her head in the oven Please don't tell me that this really wasn't nothing One of these days, one of these nights You'll take off your hat and they'll read you, your rights You'll wanna get high every time you feel low Hey, Queen Isabella stay away from that fella He'll just get you into trouble, you know? But they came here by boat and they came here by plane They blistered their hands and they burned out their brain All dreaming a dream, that'll never come true Hey, don't give me no trouble, or I'll call up my double We'll play piggy-in-the-middle with you You'll get mesmerized by alibis and limbo dance in Pairs Please lock that door, it don't make much sense That common sense, don't make no sense no more It don't make much sense, that common sense Don't make no sense no more
Writer(s): John E Prine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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