John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
John Prine
You can't live together, you can't live alone
Considering the weather
Oh my, how you've grown
From the men in the factories
To the wild kangaroo
Like those birds of a feather
They're gathering together
And feeling exactly like you
They got mesmerized by lullabies
And limbo danced in pairs
Please lock that door
It don't make much sense
That common sense
Don't make no sense no more
Just between you and me, it's like pulling
When you ought to be shoving
Like a nun with her head in the oven
Please don't tell me that this really wasn't nothing
One of these days, one of these nights
You'll take off your hat and they'll read you your rights
You'll wanna get high every time you feel low
Hey, Queen Isabella, stay away from that fellow
He'll just get you into trouble, you know?
But they came here by boats and they came here by plane
They blistered their hands and they burned out their brain
All dreaming a dream that'll never come true
Hey, don't give me no trouble or I'll call up my double
We'll play piggy-in-the-middle with you
You'll get mesmerized by alibis
And limbo dance in pairs
Please lock that door
It don't make much sense
That common sense
Don't make no sense no more
Common Sense was written by John Prine.
Common Sense was produced by Steve Cropper.