Dear, God in Heaven
They say "How Great Thou Art"
I've never asked that much of you
And I aint about to start
But it goes without saying
It's become a strange old time
You got so many other choices
Please don't take John Prine
Don't make me list all those
That do deserve to go
According to the manual
You already know
So open up the gates
We'll send 'em up there in no time
Just grant us a little grace
And please don't take John Prine
Please don't bury him
Down in the cold, cold ground
Like Dolly, Kris and Willie
We'd like to keep him around
We're stocking up on bread
And drinking all the wine
Take away our freedom
But please don't take John Prine
I know we all gotta go
When it is our time
But none of us are ready yet
For you to take John Prine
