Rob Ramsey — lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Walter Ehresman — background vocals, lead guitar
Serge Gamache — background vocals, bass guitar
Description
An ode to John Prine.
Bio
Rob Ramsey is a native Texan, now living in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. He is a past Billboard Top 100 Country songwriter, a grand prize winner of the American Song Festival Lyric Competition, a finalist and five-time semi-finalist in the UK Songwriting Competition, and a semi-finalist in the International Songwriting Competition
Lyrics
COVID KILLED JOHN PRINE (c. 2021 Rob Ramsey)
I was sittin’ on the front porch
Changin’ strings on my guitar
In the late light of the sunset
Underneath the evening star
My mind began to wander
As I turned those tuning pegs
And I thought about the living
And I thought about the dead
I thought of how the good die young
And sometimes they die old
I thought of all the songs I’ve sung
And the stories that I’ve told
I thought about how fate
Can sometimes take you by surprise
And I thought about the day I heard that
Covid killed John Prine
Chorus:
Whiskey killed Hank Williams
And it didn’t take much time
And Buddy Holly’s plane went down
The day the music died
And Gram Parsons overdosed
When he was in his prime
And a bullet got Blaze Foley
But Covid killed John Prine
Well, I thought of souls in Heaven
And I thought of souls in Hell
And I wondered which place I’d end up
It was still too soon to tell
I tuned up my guitar and sat
And played it for awhile
I sang Angel from Montgomery, Sam Stone
And Illegal Smile
Chorus
And I can’t forget the day that
Covid killed John Prine
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