When my sweetheart sings "Angel from Montgomery" at his club gigs, he often remarks how amazing it is that a 21-year-old kid from Chicago could have gotten so completely into the head of a southern housewife. It is amazing, and worthy of admiration, that Prine's work has always dealt with women as real people. That's the good thing about this album, too. He's chosen women of substance to sing with. Unfortunately, the material he's chosen is not what we hoped for from a guy with his incredible gift for words. If you like western swing, this album will delight you. If you like John Prine, only the title song, his own composition, will satisfy. We were left disappointed and hungry for a new "real" Prine album.