[Music] John Prine – Clay Pigeons

Renowned American singer-songwriter and music sensation, John Prine, has graced us with his latest single titled "Clay Pigeons". This exceptional track is an absolute must-have for your Playlist, as it showcases Prine's unparalleled talent and captivating musical style.

Hailing from the body of work Project, "Fair & Square", "Clay Pigeons" stands out as a true gem among the collection. With its heartfelt lyrics and mesmerizing melodies, this song is bound to leave a lasting impression on listeners.

Don't miss out on the opportunity to experience the magic of John Prine's "Clay Pigeons". Be sure to listen, download, and share your thoughts on this remarkable piece of art below;

John Prine Clay Pigeons Lyrics:
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station
Gonna buy a ticket to ride
I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Sing this song for the people I meet
And get along with it all

Go where the people say "y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in
And get back in the game
And start playin' again

I'd like to stay
But I might have to go to start over again
I might go back down to Texas
Might go to somewhere that I've never been
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song
And start singin' again

I'm tired of runnin' 'round
Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle with memories
Just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights
That it takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again, when I know what to say

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station
Gonna buy a ticket to ride
I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Sing my song for the people I meet
And get along with it all

Go down where the people say "y'all"
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talkin' again
When I know what to say