| Song | The Great Compromise |
| Artist | John Prine |
| Album | Great Days: The John Prine Anthology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:John Prine Music:John Prine | |
| I knew a girl who was almost a lady | |
| She had a way with all the men in her life | |
| Every inch of her blossomed in beauty | |
| And she was born on the fourth of july | |
| Well she lived in an aluminum house trailer | |
| And she worked in a juke box saloon | |
| And she spent all the money i give her | |
| Just to see the old man in the moon | |
| Chorus: | |
| I used to sleep at the foot of old glory | |
| And awake in the dawn's early light | |
| But much to my surprise | |
| When i opened my eyes | |
| I was a victim of the great compromise | |
| Well we'd go out on saturday evenings | |
| To the drive-in on route 41 | |
| And it was there that i first suspected | |
| That she was doin' what she'd already done | |
| She said "johnny won't you get me some popcorn" | |
| And she knew i had to walk pretty far | |
| And as soon as i passed through the moonlight | |
| She hopped into a foreign sports car | |
| (repeat chorus) | |
| Well you know i could have beat up that fellow | |
| But it was her that had hopped into his car | |
| Many times i'd fought to protect her | |
| But this time she was goin' too far | |
| Now some folks they call me a coward | |
| 'cause i left her at the drive-in that night | |
| But i'd druther have names thrown at me | |
| Than to fight for a thing that ain't right | |
| (repeat chorus) | |
| Now she writes all the fellows love letters | |
| Saying "greetings, come and see me real soon" | |
| And they go and line up in the barroom | |
| And spend the night in that sick woman's room | |
| But sometimes i get awful lonesome | |
| And i wish she was my girl instead | |
| But she won't let me live with her | |
| And she makes me live in my head | |
| (repeat chorus) |
| Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
| I knew a girl who was almost a lady | |
| She had a way with all the men in her life | |
| Every inch of her blossomed in beauty | |
| And she was born on the fourth of july | |
| Well she lived in an aluminum house trailer | |
| And she worked in a juke box saloon | |
| And she spent all the money i give her | |
| Just to see the old man in the moon | |
| Chorus: | |
| I used to sleep at the foot of old glory | |
| And awake in the dawn' s early light | |
| But much to my surprise | |
| When i opened my eyes | |
| I was a victim of the great compromise | |
| Well we' d go out on saturday evenings | |
| To the drivein on route 41 | |
| And it was there that i first suspected | |
| That she was doin' what she' d already done | |
| She said " johnny won' t you get me some popcorn" | |
| And she knew i had to walk pretty far | |
| And as soon as i passed through the moonlight | |
| She hopped into a foreign sports car | |
| repeat chorus | |
| Well you know i could have beat up that fellow | |
| But it was her that had hopped into his car | |
| Many times i' d fought to protect her | |
| But this time she was goin' too far | |
| Now some folks they call me a coward | |
| ' cause i left her at the drivein that night | |
| But i' d druther have names thrown at me | |
| Than to fight for a thing that ain' t right | |
| repeat chorus | |
| Now she writes all the fellows love letters | |
| Saying " greetings, come and see me real soon" | |
| And they go and line up in the barroom | |
| And spend the night in that sick woman' s room | |
| But sometimes i get awful lonesome | |
| And i wish she was my girl instead | |
| But she won' t let me live with her | |
| And she makes me live in my head | |
| repeat chorus |
| Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
| I knew a girl who was almost a lady | |
| She had a way with all the men in her life | |
| Every inch of her blossomed in beauty | |
| And she was born on the fourth of july | |
| Well she lived in an aluminum house trailer | |
| And she worked in a juke box saloon | |
| And she spent all the money i give her | |
| Just to see the old man in the moon | |
| Chorus: | |
| I used to sleep at the foot of old glory | |
| And awake in the dawn' s early light | |
| But much to my surprise | |
| When i opened my eyes | |
| I was a victim of the great compromise | |
| Well we' d go out on saturday evenings | |
| To the drivein on route 41 | |
| And it was there that i first suspected | |
| That she was doin' what she' d already done | |
| She said " johnny won' t you get me some popcorn" | |
| And she knew i had to walk pretty far | |
| And as soon as i passed through the moonlight | |
| She hopped into a foreign sports car | |
| repeat chorus | |
| Well you know i could have beat up that fellow | |
| But it was her that had hopped into his car | |
| Many times i' d fought to protect her | |
| But this time she was goin' too far | |
| Now some folks they call me a coward | |
| ' cause i left her at the drivein that night | |
| But i' d druther have names thrown at me | |
| Than to fight for a thing that ain' t right | |
| repeat chorus | |
| Now she writes all the fellows love letters | |
| Saying " greetings, come and see me real soon" | |
| And they go and line up in the barroom | |
| And spend the night in that sick woman' s room | |
| But sometimes i get awful lonesome | |
| And i wish she was my girl instead | |
| But she won' t let me live with her | |
| And she makes me live in my head | |
| repeat chorus |