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  1. Unwed Fathers

From the recording Time Flies

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I always hoped that John would have heard this version of his song. Sadly, he left us. RIP John Prine.

Lyrics

Unwed Fathers by John Prine

In an Appalachian Greyhound station
She sits there waiting in a family way
“Goodbye brother. Tell Mom I love her
Tell all the others I'll write someday.”

From a teenage lover to an unwed mother
Kept under covers like some bad dream
While unwed fathers, they can't be bothered
They run like water from a mountain stream.

In a cold and grey town, a nurse says, “Lay down
This ain't no playground, and this ain't home”
They’re someone’s children out having children
In grey stone buildings. They’re all alone.

From a teenage lover to an unwed mother
Kept under covers like some bad dream
While unwed fathers, they can't be bothered
They run like water from a mountain stream.

Some where else bound, Smokey Mountain Greyhound
She bows her head down humming lullabies
“Your daddy never meant to hurt you ever
He just don't live here but you've got his eyes.”

From a teenage lover to an unwed mother
Kept under covers like some bad dream
While unwed fathers, they can't be bothered
They run like water from a mountain stream.
They run like water from a mountain stream.