Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krisna Beauregard - John Prine

The last time that I saw her

She was standing in the rain

With her overcoat under her arm

Leaning on a horsehead cane

She said, «Carl, take all the money»

She called everybody Carl

My spirit’s broke, my mind’s a joke

And getting up’s real hard

Don’t you know her when you see her?

She grew up in your backyard

Come back to us

Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard

Selling bibles at the airports

Buying Quaaludes on the phone

Hey, you talk about a paper route

She’s a shut-in without a home

God save her, please, she’s nailed her knees

To some drugstore parking lot

Hey, Mr. Brown, turn the volume down

I believe this evening’s shot

Don’t you know her when you see her?

She grew up in your backyard

Come back to us

Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard

Can’t you picture her next Thursday?

Can you picture her at all

In the Hotel Boulderado at the dark end of the hall?

I gotta shake myself and wonder why she even bothers me

For if heartaches were commercials, we’d all be on TV

Don’t you know her when you see her?

She grew up in your backyard

Come back to us

Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard