I Am An Old Woman. When I listen to John Pryne’s song, I go somewhere else. A place deep in my being. A road that smells of creosote. A bridge with snakes. A runaway pony, in a ring filled with color. People with cowboy hats and flags and a bingo hall; bowing our heads and being lead in prayer.
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Two genius singing strong lyrics from their hearts. Thank you.
Two of my favorites – singing one of my favorite songs….thanks