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PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
John Prine
Vocals
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Jacques
Dave Jacques
Bass
Jason Wilber
Jason Wilber
Electric Guitar
Ken Blevins
Ken Blevins
Bass Drum
Mike Webb
Mike Webb
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer
Fiona Prine
Fiona Prine
Executive Producer
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Jody Whelan
Jody Whelan
Executive Producer
Matt Ross-Spang
Matt Ross-Spang
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The lonesome friends of science say The world will end most any day Well, if it does, then that's okay 'Cause I don't live here anyway I live down deep inside my head Well, long ago I made my bed I get my mail in Tennessee My wife, my dog and my family Poor old planet Pluto now He never stood a chance no how When he got uninvited to The interplanetary dance Once a mighty planet there Now just an ordinary star Hanging out in Hollywood In some old funky sushi bar The lonesome friends of science say The world will end most any day Well, if it does, then that's okay 'Cause I don't live here anyway I live down deep inside my head Well, long ago I made my bed I get my mail in Tennessee My wife, my dog, my kids and me The Vulcan lives in Birmingham Sometimes he just don't give a damn His head is full of bumblebees His pride hangs down below his knees Venus left him long ago For a guy named Mars from Idaho The Vulcan sent a wedding gift Three-legged stool and a wheelchair lift The lonesome friends of science say This world will end most any day Well, if it does, then that's okay 'Cause I don't live here anyway I live down deep inside my head Well, long ago I made my bed I get my mail in Tennessee My wife, my dog, my kids and me Those bastards in their white lab coats Who experiment with mountain goats Should leave the universe alone It's not their business, not their home I go to sleep and it never rains My dog predicts hurricanes She can smell a storm a mile away That's all the news we have today The lonesome friends of science say The world will end most any day Well, if it does, then that's okay 'Cause I don't live here anyway I live down deep inside my head Well, long ago I made my bed I get my mail in Tennessee My wife, my dog, my kids and me
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