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I remember hanging with some friends, acquaintances in a local bar, listening to music, trying to make music, drinking shots of Jack with Bud backs from draft pitchers, winter of 71/72. At the bar, one of the fellows starts raving about this guy who was better than Dylan, and who had left for Canada to avoid the draft but fortunately returned. First time I heard John Prine's name. Had no idea about the Canada story being true or not, nor had I heard any of his songs or heard him perform, and I basically forgot about him that evening. Never bothered to find out if the Canada story was true, but that summer or maybe it was in the fall, during an album buying spree I picked up John's first album, not quite sure why I knew his name. It struck home, hard. I've been listening to John ever since, always ready for more. I know this song has already been posted, but I'm posting it again for my brother who came home to the same self destruction.
I heard John say he wrote this song after leaving the Army, and I believe that Canada story wasn't true, or maybe I'm wrong. He might have changed his mind, returned to serve. Doesn't really matter. His poetry is all that does matter.
I heard John say he wrote this song after leaving the Army, and I believe that Canada story wasn't true, or maybe I'm wrong. He might have changed his mind, returned to serve. Doesn't really matter. His poetry is all that does matter.