how the hell can a person
go to work in the morning
come home in the evening
and have nothing to say
my old lady is a real live character that personifies the imaginary personality that whispered this song into the ear of John Prine as he was carrying mail in a suburb of Chicago 50 years ago.
how was your day
I don't wanna talk about it
my old lady hates flies... ...she can hear 'em their buzzin they're buzzin