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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
John Prine
Vocals
Alan O'Bryant
Alan O'Bryant
Background Vocals
Jim Rooney
Jim Rooney
Guitar
Phillip Donnelly
Phillip Donnelly
Guitar
Roy Huskey Jr
Roy Huskey Jr
Bass
Sam Bush
Sam Bush
Mandolin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Rooney
Jim Rooney
Producer
John Prine
John Prine
Producer

Lyrics

This is called, "Linda goes to Mars" You guys, know what it means, don't you? I just found out yesterday that Linda goes to Mars Every time I sit and look at pictures of used cars She'll turn on her radio and sit down in her chair And look at me across the room, as if I wasn't there And oh my stars, my Linda's gone to Mars Well I wish she wouldn't leave me here alone And oh my stars, my Linda's gone to Mars Well, I wonder if she'd bring me something home Something, somewhere, somehow took my Linda by the hand And secretly decoded our sacred wedding band For when the moon shines down upon our happy, humble home Her inner space gets tortured by some outer space unknown And oh my stars, my Linda's gone to Mars Well I wish she wouldn't leave me here alone And oh my stars, my Linda's gone to Mars Well, I wonder if she'd bring me something home Maybe next try That's my idea of a solo If you can't be good, be loud Here's the conclusion Now I ain't seen no saucers 'cept the ones upon the shelf And if I ever seen one I'd keep it to myself For if there's life out there somewhere beyond this life on earth Then Linda must have gone out there and got her money's worth And oh my stars, my Linda's gone to Mars Well I wish she wouldn't leave me here alone And oh my stars, my Linda's gone to Mars Well, I wonder if she'd bring me something home Yeah, I wonder if she'd bring me something home
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