John Prine - Me, Myself and I Lyrics
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Me, Myself and I
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What Are The Lyrics For Me, Myself and I By John Prine?
Well, tonight I'll throw a party
And I know who I'll invite There's a strange and lonely person With whom I'll spend this night There'll be no old sad memories To haunt me till I die In that room there'll be a bottle And me, myself and I In that room there'll be a bottle And me, myself and I I've been introduced to many People I don't understand I've been in the house of lonely. I've shook a thousand shaking hands But tonight I'll be with someone Who will look me in the eye And in that room there'll be a bottle And me, myself and I In that room there'll be a bottle And me, myself and I At that party you'll see me when I was just a child In a room full of happy with a heart so meek and mild And that child will meet a ghost that will haunt him oh so bad From a family of confusion pretending love they never had. So, tonight I'll throw that party And I know just what I'll do Yes, I'll meet myself at midnight And cry the whole night through Yeah, I'll meet that ghost of sadness And he'll look me in the eye And in that room there'll be that bottle And me, myself and I In that room there'll be a bottle And me, myself and I |
Who Wrote Me, Myself and I By John Prine?
Allan Roberts, Alvin S Kaufman, Irving Gordon
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What's The Duration Of The Me, Myself and I By John Prine?The duration of Me, Myself and I is 2:42 minutes and seconds. |
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