The Accident - John Prine

Generally, when the telephone rings after midnight I anticipate it to be that of not a desirable nature. Not so, last night. Telephone rang about 12:20 a.m. - I said hello, voice replies hi - how are you. I said, I am just fine (knowing this gal on the other end was higher than any wave on the Pacific Ocean) and to whom and I speaking with? Young lass replies, this is Pamela. I said, oh Pamela - Mrs. Walkers' daughter - you're the one who hit her head on the mirror. Pammy says what, I didn't hit my head. Yes, you did - John told me; you were with your Mom at 3rd and Green, I replied. By this time Pamela is very confused, there is pausing, aheming, and finally she says I don't think I have the right number. I replied, no Pamela you do no have the right telephone number - you go and check the number you want and tend to your head. She then hung up.

Enters noisemaker - who was that... I said, Pamela but she had the wrong number. He says what's with her head. I replied - you do not want to know it's a John Prine thing. Noisemaker curses a little, I hear him say...it is the middle of the night and you are prinein'. Yep, tis the truth, I prine day or night and even in my dreams.

The Accident (things could be worse) - John Prine