RIP John Prine!!

I wrote all the guitar parts for this and 90% of the lyrics while alarmingly under the influence last night, barely remember it.  All vocals and leg slapping were recorded inside my truck.

Lyrics:
I've played the king and I've played the fool
But I just can't seem to play it cool
Even when I whisper, the law says it to turn it down
There's a pretty little palette laid out before me
And death's the only thing guaranteed
So I'm living like a devil and hoping for an angel above

If it doesn't have a skull and crossbones
Good to see you, I'm headed home
I got stuff tucked away that will really rock
I'd set fire to all of my goods
And sleep out every night if I could
Howling at the moon and free as a red-tailed hawk

We won't get into how I feel about a God
My hands are full with what I've got
It's all that I can do to keep a hold
I can keep the peace and I've been baptized
But anyone can recognize
That I'm living like a devil and hoping for an angel above

I came up thinking it's a matter of time
Before I get myself in line
But the clock's still ticking, just you hush your mouth
I'm a troubled spirit and I can't say why
Most folks say he's a pretty good guy
Living like a devil and hoping for an angel above
I've been living like a devil and hoping for an angel above