{no_grid:} # For best printing results use -2 option with the chord program # ex. chord -2 album_john_prine.chordpro > album_john_prine.ps # This will print two logical pages per physical page. # The chord program can be found at: # olga sites /resources/misc/chord {t:"JOHN PRINE" Album} {t:John Prine} # {ci: 1. ILLEGAL SMILE} {ci: 2. SPANISH PIPEDREAM} {ci: 3. HELLO IN THERE} {ci: 4. SAM STONE} {ci: 5. PARADISE} {ci: 6. PRETTY GOOD} {ci: 7. YOUR FLAG DECAL WON'T GET YOU INTO HEAVEN ANYMORE} {ci: 8. FAR FROM ME} {ci: 9. ANGEL FROM MONTGOMERY} {ci:10. QUIET MAN} {ci:11. DONALD AND LYDIA} {ci:12. SIX O'CLOCK NEWS} {ci:13. FLASHBACK BLUES} {ci:Atlantic Records, 1971} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Illegal Smile} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [C] # [C]When I woke up this morni[G]ng, [F]things were lookin' b[C]ad [F]Seem like total sil[C]ence was the on[G7]ly friend I h[C]ad [G]Bowl of oatmeal tr[F]ied to stare me d[C]own... [F]and [C]won And it was t[G]welve o'clock before I rea[F]lized That I was ha[C]vin' .. [F]no [C]fun {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} But [G]fortunately I h[C]ave the key to esc[F]ape r[G7]eal[C]ity And you may [F]see me tonight with an i[C]llegal smile It don't [G7]cost very much, but it la[C]sts a long while Won't you p[F]lease tell the man I didn't k[C]ill anyone No I'm [G]just tryin' to [F]have me some f[C]un[F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] {eoc:} Last[C] time I checked my b[G]ankroll, [F]It was gettin' t[C]hin Som[F]etimes it seems like the bo[C]ttom Is the o[G7]nly place I've be[C]en I C[G]hased a rainbow do[F]wn a one-way st[C]reet... d[F]ead e[C]nd And [G]all my friends turned o[F]ut to be insu[C]rance s[F]alesm[C]en {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Well, I [C]sat down in my c[G]loset w[F]ith all my ove[C]ralls T[F]ryin' to get a[C]way From all the e[G7]ars inside my wa[C]lls [G]I dreamed the police he[F]ard Everything I tho[C]ught... w[F]hat t[C]hen? Well I w[G]ent to court And the ju[F]dge's name [C]was H[F]off[C]man Ah but [G]fortunately I h[C]ave the key to esc[F]ape r[G7]eal[C]ity And you may [F]see me tonight with an i[C]llegal smile It don't [G7]cost very much, but it la[C]sts a long while Won't you p[F]lease tell the man I didn't k[C]ill anyone No I'm [G]just tryin' to [F]have me some f[C]un W[F]ell d[C]one, h[F]ot dog b[C]un, my si[F]ster's a n[C]un #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Spanish Pipedream} {st:(John Prine)} # She was a [G]level-headed dancer on the [C]road to alcohol And [D7]I was just a soldier on my way to Mon[G]treal Well she pressed her chest against me About the [C]time the juke box broke Yeah, she [D7]gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she [G]spoke {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} Blow up your [G]T.V. throw away your paper Go to the [D7]country, build you a [G]home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try an find [D7]Jesus on your [G]own [D7] [G] {eoc:} Well, I sat [G]there at the table and I [C]acted real naive For I [D7]knew that topless lady had something up her sl[G]eeve Well, she danced around the bar room and she [C]did the hoochy-coo Yeah she [D7]sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to [G]do {ci:Repeat Chorus:} W[G]ell, I was young and hungry and ab[C]out to leave that place When [D7]just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the f[G]ace I said "You must know the answer." "She said, "[C]No but I'll give it a try." And [D7]to this very day we've been livin' our way And here is the reason [G]why We blew up our [G]T.V. threw away our paper Went to the [D7]country, built us a [G]home Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches They all found [D7]Jesus on their [G]own [C] [G] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Hello In There} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [C] [Dm] [G] [C] [Dm] [G] [Cmaj7] [C] [F] [C] [G] # [C]We had an apa[Dm]rtment in the ci[G]ty, [C] Me and Lore[Dm]tta liked living th[G]ere. [Cmaj7]Well, it'd been years [C]since the kids h[F]ad grown, A life [C]of their own left us [G]alone. [C]John and Li[Dm]nda live in Om[G]aha, [C]And Joe is some[Dm]where on the r[G]oad. [Cmaj7]We lost Davy in the Kor[F]ean war, And I still don't [C]know what for, don't matter a[G]nymore. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [Bb]Ya know that old trees just grow s[C]tronger, [Bb]And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry d[C]ay. [Em]Old people just grow lone[F]some Waiting for so[C]meone to say, "He[G]llo in there, hel[C]lo." {eoc:} {ci:Intstrumental:} [C] [Dm] [G] [C] [Dm] [G] [Cmaj7] [C] [F] [C] [G] # [C]Me and Lor[Dm]etta, we don't talk mu[G]ch more, [C]She sits and star[Dm]es through the back door sc[G]reen. [Cmaj7]And all the news j[C]ust repe[F]ats itself Like some forgo[C]tten dream that we've b[G]oth seen. [C]Someday I'll [Dm]go and call up R[G]udy, [C]We worked tog[Dm]ether at the fac[G]tory. [Cmaj7]But what could I say if asks "[F]What's new?" Nothing, what's with [C]you? Nothing much to [G]do. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [C]So if you're wa[Dm]lking down the str[G]eet sometime [C]And spot some [Dm]hollow ancient e[G]yes, [Cmaj7]Please don't just [C]pass 'em by[F] and stare As if you [C]didn't care, say, "He[G]llo in there, hel[C]lo." #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Sam Stone} {st:(John Prine)} # [F]Sam Stone came home, To his w[Bb]ife and family After s[C7]erving in the conflict overs[F]eas. And the time that he served, Had sha[Bb]ttered all his nerves, And l[C7]eft a little shrapnel in his k[F]nee.[Bb] [F] But the mor[Bb]hpine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain, And g[G7]ave him all the confidence he la[C7]cked, With a P[G7]urple Heart and a monkey on his b[C7]ack. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} There's a [F]hole in daddy's arm where all the mo[Gm]ney goes, Je[Bb]sus Christ died for nothin I sup[C7]pose. Little pi[F]tchers have big ears, Don't st[Dm]op to count the years, Sw[G7]eet songs never last too long on br[C7]oken radios. Mm[F]m.... {eoc:} Sam S[F]tone's welcome home Didn't l[Bb]ast too long. H[C7]e went to work when he'd spent his last d[F]ime And Sammy took to stealing When he g[Bb]ot that empty feeling For a h[C7]undred dollar habit wi[Bb]thout overti[F]me.[Bb] [F] And the gold ro[Bb]lled through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains, And e[G7]ased his mind in the hours that he ch[C7]ose, While the k[G7]ids ran around wearin' other peoples' clo[c7]thes... {ci:Repeat Chorus:} S[F]am Stone was alone When he p[Bb]opped his last balloon, Cl[C7]imbing walls while sitting in a ch[F]air. Well, he played his last request, While the r[Bb]oom smelled just like death, With an ove[C7]rdose hovering in the [F]air.[Bb] [F] But lif[Bb]e had lost it's fun, There was nothing to be done, But t[G7]rade his house that he bought on the GI B[C7]ill, For a fl[G7]ag-draped casket on a local hero's h[C7]ill. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Paradise} {st:(John Prine)} # When [D]I was a child my fa[G]mily would tr[D]avel Down to Western Kentucky where my pa[A7]rents were b[D]orn And there's a backwards old town that's [G]often rem[D]embered So many times that my me[A7]mories are w[D]orn. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} And da[D]ddy won't you take me back to Muh[G]lenberg Co[D]unty Down by the Green River where Par[A7]adise l[D]ay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're t[G]oo late in as[D]king Mister Peabody's coal train has h[A7]auled it a[D]way {eoc:} Well, so[D]metimes we'd travel right d[G]own the Green R[D]iver To the abandoned old prison down b[A7]y Adrie H[D]ill Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd sh[G]oot with our pi[D]stols But empty pop bottles was a[A7]ll we would k[D]ill. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [G] [D] [A7] [D] [D] [G] [D] [A7] [D] # Then the c[D]oal company came with the wo[G]rld's largest sh[D]ovel And they tortured the timber and str[A7]ipped all the l[D]and Well, they dug for their coal till the l[G]and was for[D]saken Then they wrote it all down as the pr[A7]ogress of m[D]an. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} When I d[D]ie let my ashes float d[G]own the Green R[D]iver Let my soul roll on up to the Roc[A7]hester d[D]am I'll be halfway to Heaven with Par[G]adise wa[D]itin' Just five miles away from wh[A7]erever I [D]am. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Pretty Good} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [G] I got a friend in Fremont, He sells used cars, ya know. Well, he calls me up twice a year Just ask me how'd it [G7]go Pretty g[C]ood, not bad, I can't compl[G]ain Ac[D7]tually everything is just about the sa[G]me [G]I met a girl from Venus, and her insides were lined in gold Well, she did what she did said "How was it, kid?" She was politely to[G7]ld Pretty g[C]ood, not bad, I can't compl[G]ain But ac[D7]tually everything is just about the s[G]ame [C]Moonlight makes me diz[G]zy [C]Sunlight makes me cle[G]an [C]Your light is the sweetest th[G]ing That [C]this boy has ever se[D7]en. [G]Molly went to Arkansas, she got raped by Dobbin's dog Well, she was doing good till she went in the woods And got pinned up against a l[G7]og Pretty g[C]ood, not bad, she can't compl[G]ain Cause ac[D7]tually all them dogs is just about the s[G]ame [C]Moonlight makes me diz[G]zy [C]Sunlight makes me cle[G]an [C]Your light is the sweetest th[G]ing That [C]this boy has ever se[D7]en. {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [G7] [C] [G] [D7] [G] # [G]I heard Allah and Buddah were singing at the Savior's feast And up the sky and Arabian rabbi Fed Quaker oats to a pri[G7]est. Pretty g[C]ood, not bad, they can't compl[G]ain Cause act[D7]ually all them Gods is just about the s[G]ame Pretty go[C]od, not bad, I can't comp[G]lain Cause ac[D7]tually everything is just about the sa[G]me #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore} {st:(John Prine)} # While dige[G]sting Reader's Digest In the ba[C]ck of a dirty book store, A pl[D7]astic flag, with gum on the back, Fell out on the fl[G]oor. Well, I picked it up and I ran outside Slapped on my windowshi[C]eld, And if [D7]I could see old Betsy Ross I tell her how good I f[G]eel. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} But your f[C]lag decal won't get you Into He[G]aven any more. They're al[D7]ready overcrowded From your di[G]rty little w[G7]ar. Now Je[C]sus don't like killin' No matter w[G]hat the reason's for, And your f[D7]lag decal won't get you Into Heaven any m[G]ore. [Bb] [C] [D7] {eoc:} Well, I w[G]ent to the bank this morning And the cas[C]hier he said to me, "I[D7]f you join the Chrismas club We'll give you ten of them flags for fr[G]ee." Well, I didn't mess around a bit I t[G7]ook her up on what he s[C]aid. And I st[D7]uck them stickers all over my car And one on my wife's foreh[G]ead. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Well, I g[G]ot my windowshield so filled With flags I couldn't s[C]ee. So, I r[D7]an the car upside a curb And right into a tr[G]ee. By the time they got a doctor down [G]I was already d[C]ead. And I'll ne[D7]ver understand why the man Standing in the Pearly Gates sa[G]id... But your f[C]lag decal won't get you Into He[G]aven any more. We're al[D7]ready overcrowded From your di[G]rty little w[G7]ar. Now Je[C]sus don't like killin' No matter w[G]hat the reason's for, And your f[D7]lag decal won't get you Into Heaven any m[G]ore. [C] [G] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Far From Me} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} {sot:} C C C C E|-------------|-----------|-----------|-----------|-- B|-------------|-----------|-----------|-----------|-- G|-------------|-----------|-----------|-----------|-- D|-0h2--0------|-0h2--0----|-0h2--0----|-0h2--0----|-- A|--------3----|--------3--|--------3--|--------3--|-- E|-------------|-----------|-----------|-----------|-- {eot:} # As the c[C]afe was clo[F]sing on a warm summer ni[Dm7]ght [G7] And C[F]athy was cle[G7]aning the sp[C]oons The ra[F]dio played t[C]he hit parade And I[D7] hummed a long with the tu[G]ne She a[F]sked me to change the st[C]ation Said the s[F]ong just drove her in[G]sane But it we[C]ren't just the music pl[F]aying It was [G]me that she was trying to bl[C]ame. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} And the s[F]ky is black and st[C]ill now On the h[F]ill where the angels s[G]ing Ain't it f[F]unny how an old broken bo[C]ttle Looks just like a di[G7]amond r[C]ing But it's f[F]ar, f[G7]ar from m[C]e {eoc:} Well, I le[C]aned on my l[F]eft leg in the parking lot di[Dm7]rt [G7] And Ca[F]thy was clo[G7]sing the li[C]ghts A J[F]une bug flew from the wa[C]rmth he once knew And I w[D7]ished for once I weren't r[G]ight Why [F]we used to laugh to[C]gether And we'd da[F]nce to any old s[G]ong. Well, ya k[C]now, she still laughs w[F]ith me But she wa[G7]its just a second to lo[C]ng. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Well, I st[C]arted the eng[F]ine and I gave it some g[Dm7]as [G7] And C[F]athy was cl[G7]osing her p[C]urse Well, we h[F]adn't gone far in my b[C]eat old car And [D7]I was prepared for the wo[G]rst. "W[F]ill you still see me tomo[C]rrow?" "[F]No, I got too much to d[G]o." Well, a qu[C]estion ain't really a que[F]stion If[G] you know the answer to[C]o. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Angel From Montgomery} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] # [G]I am an old wo[C]man n[G]amed after my mo[C]ther My [G]old man is an[C]other ch[D7]ild that's grown o[G]ld [C] [G] [G]If dreams were lig[C]htning th[G]under was de[C]sire [G]This old house would have bu[C]rnt down a l[D7]ong time a[G]go[C] {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [G]Make me an a[F]ngel that f[C]lies from Mon[G]tgom'ry Make me a po[F]ster of an [D7]old rod[G]eo[C] [G]Just give me [F]one thing that [C]I can hold on [G]to To believe in this li[C]ving is just a hard [D7]way to [G]go [C] [G] [C] [G] {eoc:} [G]When I was a young g[C]irl well, [G]I had me a co[C]wboy [G]He weren't much to l[C]ook at, just free rambling [G]man [C] [G] [G]But that was a lo[C]ng time a[G]nd no matter how I t[C]ry [G]The years just f[C]low by like a br[D7]oken down d[G]am.[C] [G] {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [G]There's flies in the ki[C]tchen [G]I can hear 'em there buz[C]zing [G]And I ain't done no[C]thing since I [D7]woke up to[G]day. [C] [G] [G]How the hell can a p[C]erson [G]go to work in the mo[C]rning [G]And come home in the ev[C]ening and have not[D7]hing to s[G]ay. [C] [G] {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} [G] [C] [G] [C] ( Repeat and fade) #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Quiet Man} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [A] # [A]Strolling down the highway with my s[D]hoes in my hand I d[E7]on't talk much I'm a q[A]uiet man Beauty and silence b[D]oth run deep And ru[E7]nning like crazy while y[A]ou are alseep {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} You got n[G]ews for me I g[A]ot nothing for you Don't pin your bl[G]ues on me Just go a[A]head and do what[D]ever you wish [E7]to {eoc:} Last[A] Monday night I s[D]aw a fight Between Wedn[E7]esday and Thursday over Satu[A]rday night Tuesday asked me what was go[D]ing on I said, "Sun[E7]day's in the meadow and Fri[A]day's in the corn." {ci:Repeat Chorus:} H[A]ocus-pocus, Ma[D]ladjusted D[E7]on't you think my tears g[A]et rusted Steady losing means y[D]ou ain't using What y[E7]ou really think is ri[A]ght {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Oo[A]dies of light what a beau[D]tiful sight Bo[E7]th of God's eyes are shi[A]ning tonight Rays and beams of incr[D]edible dreams And[E7] I am a quiet [A]man. Oo[A]dies of light what a beau[D]tiful sight Bo[E7]th of God's eyes are shi[A]ning tonight Rays and beams of incr[D]edible dreams And[E7] I am a quiet [A]man. Oo[A]dies of light what a beau[D]tiful sight Bo[E7]th of God's eyes are shi[A]ning tonight Rays and beams of incr[D]edible dreams And[E7] I am a quiet [A]man.[D] [A] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Donald And Lydia} {st:(John Prine)} # [C]Small town, bright lights, [F]Saturday nig[C]ht, [C]Pinballs and Pool halls [D7]flashing their lig[G7]hts. Making [C]change behind the counter in a [F]penny arca[C]de Sat the fat girl daughter of Virgi[G7]nia and Ra[C]y (Spoken:) Lydia Lydia hid her thoug[F]hts like a c[C]at Be[C]hind her small eyes sunk de[D7]ep in her f[G7]at. She read ro[C]mance magazines [F]up in her ro[C]om And [C]felt just like Sunday on S[G7]aturday afterno[C]on. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [C7]But dr[F]eaming just comes [C]natural Like the fi[G7]rst breath from a b[C]aby, [C7]Like s[F]unshine feeding [C]daisies, Like the [G7]love hidden deep in your he[C]art. [F] [C] [F] {eoc:} [C]Bunk beds, shaved heads, [F]Saturday ni[C]ght, A warehouse of strangers with [D7]sixty watt li[G7]ghts. [C]Staring through the ceiling, just wa[F]nting to b[C]e Lay one of too many, a y[G7]oung PF[C]C: (Spoken:) Donald There were spaces between Donald and wha[F]tever he sa[C]id. Strangers had forced him to li[D7]ve in his h[G7]ead. He en[C]visioned the details of roma[F]ntic sc[C]enes After midnight in the stillness of the bar[G7]racks latr[C]ine. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [C]Hot love, cold love, n[F]o love at a[C]ll. A portrait of guilt is hu[D7]ng on the w[G7]all. [C]Nothing is wrong, no[F]thing is ri[C]ght. Donald and Lydia m[G7]ade love that ni[C]ght. (Spoken:) Love The made lo[C]ve in the mountains, they made lo[F]ve in the stre[C]ams, They made love in the valleys, they made l[D7]ove in their dr[G7]eams. But w[C]hen they were finished there was n[F]othing to s[C]ay, 'Cause mostly they made love from t[G7]en miles aw[C]ay. {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Ending:} [C] [F] (Repeat and Fade) #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Six O'Clock News} {st:(John Prine)} # [G]Wanda had a b[Em]aby i[C]n nineteen fifty o[G]ne. The father was str[Em]anger a[C]nd a stranger was the s[D7]on. [C]Call that child James L[D7]ewis, [C]call these rooms a h[D7]ome. Ch[G]anging all them dia[C]pers po[D7]lish all that ch[G]rome. C'[C]mon, baby, s[D7]pend the night with [G]me [G]All around the scho[Em]olyard pl[C]aying all the ga[G]mes Running, laughing b[Em]ack and forth [C]the kid with two first na[D7]mes [C]Stranger in the clo[D7]set, l[C]ock the di[D7]ary [G]The past is running fa[C]ster si[D7]nging ha[G]rmony C'[C]mon, baby, s[D7]pend the night with [G]me "[G]God bless this kitc[Em]hen" s[C]aid the knick-knack sh[G]elf "The dinner's almost re[Em]ady [C]Go and wash you[D7]rself" Ji[C]mmy's growing up n[D7]ow [C]and Wanda's growing [D7]old T[G]he time is growin' sho[C]rter t[D7]he nights are long and c[G]old C'[C]mon, baby, s[D7]pend the night with [G]me [G]Sneaking in the clo[Em]set a[C]nd through the di[G]ary Now, don't you know [Em]all he saw w[C]as all there was to s[D7]ee T[C]he whole town saw Ji[D7]mmy [C]on the six o'clock n[D7]ews [G]His brains were on the si[C]dewalk a[D7]nd blood was on his s[G]hoes C'[C]mon, baby, s[D7]pend the night with [G]me C'[C]mon, baby, s[D7]pend the night with [G]me[D7] [G] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Flashback Blues} {st:(John Prine)} # {ci:Intro:} [C] [G] [C] [F] [C] [G] [C] # [C]While window shopping th[G7]rough the past [C]I ran across a lo[F]oking glass Re[C]flecting moments rem[G7]aining in a burned out li[C]ght[G7] [C]Tragic magic pra[G7]yers of passion [C]Stay the same through cha[F]nging fashions They fr[C]eeze my mind like w[G7]ater on a winter's n[C]ight [D7]Spent most of my youth Out [G7]hobo cruising [D7]And all I got for proof Is ro[G7]cks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So [C]goodbye nonbel[G7]iever D[C]on't you know that I h[F]ate to leave here [C]So long babe, [G7]I got the flashback bl[C]ues. {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [G] [C] [F] [C] [G7] [C] [C]Photographs sh[G7]ow the laughs [C]Recorded in betwe[F]en the bad times [C]Happy sailors danc[G7]ing on a sinking s[C]hip [C]Cloudy skies and d[G7]ead fruit flies [C]Waving goodbye with te[F]ars in my eyes [C]Well, sure I made it but ya k[G7]now it was as hell of a t[C]rip. [D7]Spent most of my youth Out [G7]hobo cruising [D7]And all I got for proof Is ro[G7]cks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes And t[C]en times what it grieves y[G7]ou [C]That's how much more I h[F]ate to leave you now [C]So long babe, [G7]I got the flashback bl[C]ues. {ci:Instrumental:} [C] [G] [C] [F] [C] [G7] [C] [D7]Spent most of my youth Out [G7]hobo cruising [D7]And all I got for proof Is ro[G7]cks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So [C]goodbye nonbel[G7]iever D[C]on't you know that I h[F]ate to leave here [C]So long babe, [G7]I got the flashback bl[C]ues. [G7] [C] [C7] #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {cb: End of "John Prine" by John Prine} #---------------------------------------------------------------------