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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
John Prine
Vocals
Gene Chrisman
Gene Chrisman
Drums
Reggie Young
Reggie Young
Lead Guitar
John Christopher
John Christopher
Rhythm Guitar
Bobby Emmons
Bobby Emmons
Organ
Leo LeBlanc
Leo LeBlanc
Pedal Steel Guitar
Bobby Wood
Bobby Wood
Piano
Heyward Bishop
Heyward Bishop
Percussion
Mike Leech
Mike Leech
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arif Mardin
Arif Mardin
Producer
Dale "Smitty" Smith
Dale "Smitty" Smith
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Smith
Ryan Smith
Mastering Engineer
Stan Kesler
Stan Kesler
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Small town, bright lights
Saturday night
Pinballs and pool halls
Flashing their lights
Making change behind the counter
In a penny arcade
Sat the fat-girl daughter
Of Virginia and Ray
Lydia
[Verse 2]
Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat
Behind her small eyes, sunk deep in her fat
She read romance magazines up in her room
Felt just like Sunday, on Saturday afternoon
[Verse 3]
But dreaming, just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding daisies
Like the love, hidden deep in your heart
[Verse 4]
Bunk beds, shaved heads
Saturday night
A warehouse of strangers
With sixty-watt lights
Staring through the ceiling
Just wanting to be
Lay one of too many
A young PFC
Donald
[Verse 5]
There were spaces between Donald and whatever he said
Strangers had forced him to live in his head
He envisioned the details of romantic scenes
After midnight in the stillness, of the barracks latrine
[Verse 6]
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding daisies
Like the love, hidden deep in your heart
[Verse 7]
Hot love, cold love
No love at all
A portrait of guilt
Is hung on the wall
Nothing is wrong
And nothing is right
Donald and Lydia, made love that night
Love
[Verse 8]
They made love in the mountains
They made love in the streams
They made love in the valleys
They made love in their dreams
But when they was finished
There was nothing to say
'Cause mostly, they made love from ten miles away
[Verse 9]
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding daisies
Like the love, hidden deep in your heart
Written by: John Prine

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