I wrote this in about ten minutes after multiple drinks, so don't be too critical. I just wanted to pay a little tribute to a great musician.
John's up in heaven and the Bluegrass is a deeper blue. The world in all it's chaos is a little bluer too. Johns probably telling God a story, making him laugh. Thanking him for a good life and an amazing craft. He's probably sipping a drink and talking to old friends. Telling them how some stupid little bug got'em in the end. I doubt that he's sour, I bet he ain't mad. I'm sure John knows he didn't do too bad. The angels got a good one. I don't know how they will get any work done. With John telling stories and singing funny songs. The worlds a little colder with John up there, but I'm sure John would tell us, live your best life and always show you care. That we only get one shot, so do it up right. Try to be good with all of your might. Our Bluegrass poet is in heaven now, but he left behind so many songs just to show us how. How to live and to love and don't forget to be kind. You expanded all our hearts along with our minds. RIP JOHN PRINE