Lletres: John Prine. Bruised Orange. Crooked Piece of Time.

Things got rough, things got tough
Things got harder than hard
We were just trying to make a livin'
In our back yard

We were born too late, died to soon
Anxiety's a terrible crime
If you can't come now, don't come at all
'Cause it's a crooked piece of time

It's a crooked piece of time that we live in
All in all, and all in all
It was a crooked piece of time

Yesterday morning, an ill wind came
Blew your picture right out of the picture frame
Even blew the candle out from underneath the flame
Yesterday morning, an ill wind came

It's a crooked piece of time that we live in
All in all, and all in all
It was a crooked piece of time

Things got rough, things got tough
Things got harder than hard
We were just trying to make a livin'
In our back yard

We were born too late, died to soon
Anxiety's a terrible crime
If you can't come now, don't come at all
'Cause it's a crooked piece of time

It's a crooked piece of time that we live in
All in all, and all in all
It's a crooked piece of time

It's a crooked piece of time that we live in
All in all, and all in all
It's a crooked piece of time, it's a crooked piece of time
It's a crooked piece of time