| Song | Common Sense |
| Artist | John Prine |
| Album | Great Days: The John Prine Anthology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:John Prine Music:John Prine | |
| You can't live together | |
| You can't live alone | |
| Considering the weather | |
| Oh my, how you've grown | |
| From the men in the factories | |
| To the wild kangaroo | |
| Like those birds of a feather | |
| They're gathering together | |
| And feeling | |
| Exactly like you | |
| They got mesmerized | |
| By lullabies | |
| And limbo danced | |
| In pairs | |
| Please lock that door | |
| It don't make much sense | |
| That common sense | |
| Don't make no sense | |
| No more | |
| Just between you and me | |
| It's like pulling | |
| When you ought to be shovin, | |
| Like a nun | |
| With her head in the oven | |
| Please don't tell me | |
| That this really wasn't nothing | |
| One of these days | |
| One of these nights | |
| You'll take off your hat | |
| And they'll read you | |
| Your rights | |
| You'll wanna get high | |
| Every time you feel low | |
| Hey, queen isabella | |
| Stay away from that fella | |
| He'll just get you | |
| Into trouble, you know? | |
| But they came here by boat | |
| And they came here by plane | |
| They blistered their hands | |
| And they burned out their brain | |
| All dreaming a dream | |
| That'll never come true | |
| Hey, don't give me no trouble | |
| Or i'll call up my double | |
| We'll play piggy-in-the-middle | |
| With you | |
| You'll get mesmerized | |
| By alibis | |
| And limbo dance in pairs | |
| Please lock that door | |
| It don't make much sense | |
| That common sense | |
| Don't make no sense | |
| No more |
| Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
| You can' t live together | |
| You can' t live alone | |
| Considering the weather | |
| Oh my, how you' ve grown | |
| From the men in the factories | |
| To the wild kangaroo | |
| Like those birds of a feather | |
| They' re gathering together | |
| And feeling | |
| Exactly like you | |
| They got mesmerized | |
| By lullabies | |
| And limbo danced | |
| In pairs | |
| Please lock that door | |
| It don' t make much sense | |
| That common sense | |
| Don' t make no sense | |
| No more | |
| Just between you and me | |
| It' s like pulling | |
| When you ought to be shovin, | |
| Like a nun | |
| With her head in the oven | |
| Please don' t tell me | |
| That this really wasn' t nothing | |
| One of these days | |
| One of these nights | |
| You' ll take off your hat | |
| And they' ll read you | |
| Your rights | |
| You' ll wanna get high | |
| Every time you feel low | |
| Hey, queen isabella | |
| Stay away from that fella | |
| He' ll just get you | |
| Into trouble, you know? | |
| But they came here by boat | |
| And they came here by plane | |
| They blistered their hands | |
| And they burned out their brain | |
| All dreaming a dream | |
| That' ll never come true | |
| Hey, don' t give me no trouble | |
| Or i' ll call up my double | |
| We' ll play piggyinthemiddle | |
| With you | |
| You' ll get mesmerized | |
| By alibis | |
| And limbo dance in pairs | |
| Please lock that door | |
| It don' t make much sense | |
| That common sense | |
| Don' t make no sense | |
| No more |
| Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
| You can' t live together | |
| You can' t live alone | |
| Considering the weather | |
| Oh my, how you' ve grown | |
| From the men in the factories | |
| To the wild kangaroo | |
| Like those birds of a feather | |
| They' re gathering together | |
| And feeling | |
| Exactly like you | |
| They got mesmerized | |
| By lullabies | |
| And limbo danced | |
| In pairs | |
| Please lock that door | |
| It don' t make much sense | |
| That common sense | |
| Don' t make no sense | |
| No more | |
| Just between you and me | |
| It' s like pulling | |
| When you ought to be shovin, | |
| Like a nun | |
| With her head in the oven | |
| Please don' t tell me | |
| That this really wasn' t nothing | |
| One of these days | |
| One of these nights | |
| You' ll take off your hat | |
| And they' ll read you | |
| Your rights | |
| You' ll wanna get high | |
| Every time you feel low | |
| Hey, queen isabella | |
| Stay away from that fella | |
| He' ll just get you | |
| Into trouble, you know? | |
| But they came here by boat | |
| And they came here by plane | |
| They blistered their hands | |
| And they burned out their brain | |
| All dreaming a dream | |
| That' ll never come true | |
| Hey, don' t give me no trouble | |
| Or i' ll call up my double | |
| We' ll play piggyinthemiddle | |
| With you | |
| You' ll get mesmerized | |
| By alibis | |
| And limbo dance in pairs | |
| Please lock that door | |
| It don' t make much sense | |
| That common sense | |
| Don' t make no sense | |
| No more |