Текст песни John Prine - Flashback Blues
John Prine - Flashback Blues слова песни
While window shopping through the pastI ran across a looking glassReflecting moments remaining in a burned out lightTragic magic prayers of passionStay the same through changing fashionsThey freeze my mind like water on a winters nightSpent most of my youthOut hobo cruisingAnd all I got for proofIs rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoesSo goodbye nonbelieverDont you know that I hate to leave hereSo long babe, I got the flashback blues.Photographs show the laughsRecorded in between the bad timesHappy sailors dancing on a sinking shipCloudy skies and dead fruit fliesWaving goodbye with tears in my eyesWell, sure I made it but ya know it was as hell of a trip.Spent most of my youthOut hobo cruisingAnd all I got for proofIs rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoesAnd ten times what it grieves youThats how much more I hate to leave you nowSo long babe, I got the flashback blues.Spent most of my youthOut hobo cruisingAnd all I got for proofIs rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoesSo goodbye nonbelieverDont you know that I hate to leave hereSo long babe, I got the flashback blues.