No deep thoughts in my Pothole Prairie column this week, folks; just simple, fun and easy-to-read stuff. Here are a few lines I like from some songs I like. Maybe you like them, too:

“My new stuff is nothing like my old stuff was

And neither one is much when compared to a show,

Which will not be as good as another one you saw,

So help me, I know, I know, I know.”

— Todd Snider in “Age Like Wine.”

“She had to walk with the baby

Instead of me

Talk to the baby

Instead of me

Sing to the baby

Instead of me

Cling to the baby

Instead of me.

Now I know I know Annie understood

That’s what’s happens when the game gets good.”

— Hank Ballard and the Midnighters in “Annie Had a Baby.”

“Now the sun sets on the mountains as Arizona nears,

And Waylon’s on the radio, my clouded vision clears,

And the road goes on forever, but the journey isn’t far,

And I look to the horizon, and I see that Texas star.

And two beers in Texas eases all my pain,

But I’m coming home to my baby Ann Lorraine,

And two beers in Texas will chase away your blues,

But the dusty trail is calling is me; we’re just passing through.”

— The Dusty 45s in “Two Beers in Texas.”

“Last week I had the strangest dream

Where everything was exactly how it seemed

Where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy;

It was just a man with something to prove

Slightly bored and severely confused.

He steadied his rifle with his target in the center

And became famous on that day in November.”

— The Postal Service in “Sleeping In.”

“I am no Superman

I have no reasons for you.

I am no hero,

Oh, that’s for sure;

But I do know one thing,

Is where you are is where I belong.

I do know where you go

Is where I want to be.”

— Dave Matthews Band in “Where Are You Going?”

“Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door

While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar.

There was hookers and hustlers, they filled up the room.

I heard about this place they call the Spanish Moon.

There’s whiskey, and bad cocaine

Poison get you just the same,

And if that don’t — that don’t — kill you soon

The women will down at the Spanish Moon.”

— Little Feat in “Spanish Moon”

“If I should die in Arkansas

If I should die in Arkansas

If I should die in Arkansas

Won’t you send my body to my mother-in-law

All my sins are taken away.”

— White Iron Band in “Walkin’ Cane” (changed version of Robert Earl Keen’s song)

“We’re walking in the woods; there’s hunters on the kill.

I wonder out loud if it’s bow season still

When around the corner comes an army of riflemen.

It’ll be sometime before I set foot in these woods again.

So I’m going back to Bigville, back where the guns are small.

Yes, I’m going back to Bigville, where the guns are small.

If you shut all of your windows, you can barely hear them at all.”

— The Brass Kings in “Bigville”

Hey, Power 96, play “Spanish Moon” by Little Feat for me sometime, the version from the “Waiting for Columbus” album. It’s classic rock.

Tribune Managing Editor Tim Engstrom’s column appears every Tuesday.