Song Description

A song of tribute for the late/great John Prine

Lyrics

Back to the River (Goodbye John Prine)

I can see John's face, etched in my mind
He had a simple smile but a watchful eye
He made the songs that touched your soul
With a style that was all his own

At the end, of his show
He danced a jig, as he left to go
And the crowd it rose, as he waved goodbye
Do you think he knew, it was the final time

He went Back to the river, where he belonged
where he began to sing his song
A place he'll never, never be alone
Just around that bend he went back home


And when he gets to heaven, I know he'll get
All the things that were on his list
I hope his smoke, his smoke is long and smooth
And all the music fits his groove

When I heard the news, that he was gone
I thought of songs he left unsung
So I hummed his song, in my head
It's a haunting song, of Summer's End

He went Back to the river, where he belonged
Where he began to sing his song
A place he'll never, never be alone
Just around that bend he went back home
Yes, around the bend, he went back home
Around that bend, he went back home