{no_grid:} # For best printing results use -2 option with the chord program # ex. chord -2 album_prime_prine.chordpro > album_prime_prine.ps # This will print two logical pages per physical page. # The chord program can be found at: # olga sites /resources/misc/chord {t:"PRIME PRINE:The Best of John Prine" Album} {t:John Prine} # {ci: 1. SAM STONE} {ci: 2. SADDLE IN THE RAIN} {ci: 3. PLEASE DON'T BURY ME} {ci: 4. THE GREAT COMPROMISE} {ci: 5. GRANDPA WAS A CARPENTER} {ci: 6. DONALD AND LYDIA} {ci: 7. ILLEGAL SMILE} {ci: 8. SWEET REVENGE} {ci: 9. DEAR ABBY} {ci:10. SOUVENIRS} {ci:11. COME BACK TO US BARABRA LEWIS HARE KRISHNA BEAUREGARD} {ci:12. HELLO IN THERE} {ci:Atlantic Records, 1976} # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {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[Bbmaj7]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 over[C7]ti[F]me.[Bb] [F] And the gold ro[Bbmaj7]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[Bbmaj7]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:Saddle In The Rain} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [Em] # [Em]I wish, I hope, I wonder Where you're at so[A]metimes Is y[Em]our back against the wall? Or just ac[A]ross the line Have you been sta[Em]nding in the rain Reciting nursery rh[A]ymes Trying to re[Em]call some long lost kind of pe[A]ace of mind Peace of m[D]ind Try spending the n[G]ight sometime All alone in a fr[D]ozen room Afterneath you've l[A]ain Your saddle in the r[Em]ain {ci:Instrumental:} [Em] # [Em]I dreamed they locked God up Down in my bas[A]ement And he wai[Em]ted there for me To have this acci[A]dent So he could dr[Em]ink my wine And eat me like a sacra[A]ment And I just st[Em]ood there like I do Then I came and w[A]ent I came and w[D]ent Like a bird in a for[G]eign sky Couldn't even s[D]ay goodbye Or come and share the p[A]ain My Saddle's in the r[Em]ain. [G]La la la la la la la [d]la la [C]La la la la la la la la [B]la [G]La la la la la la la la [D]la [C]La la la la la la la la [B]la {ci:Instrumental:} [Em] # [Em]I saw a friend who doesn't know If I'm his fri[A]end just yet His eyes and m[Em]outh were widely open And his j[A]aw was set Like he'd f[Em]ell off a cliff And hadn't hit the bo[A]ttom yet I wish he wo[Em]uldn't pull those things on me Without a n[A]et Without a n[D]et I had him up to the ho[G]use one time And we was having a re[D]al good time Then he went and la[A]in His saddle in the r[Em]ain [G]La la la la la la la la [D]la [C]La la la la la la la la [B]la [G]La la la la la la la la [D]la [C]La la la la la la la la [B]la {ci:Instrumental:} [Em] # In a lau[Em]ndromat not too far from the Al[A]amo Sits a g[Em]irl who stole my records very lo[A]ng ago And she w[Em]ishes, wants and washes out those di[A]rty clothers As she sh[Em]uts her eyes and dreams about her O[A]ne-Eyed Joe One-Eyed J[D]oe Car parked on a di[G]rty road Heaven knows the lo[D]ad she pulled Couldn't take the st[A]rain A saddle in the r[Em]ain {ci:Instrumental:} [Em] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- # {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Please Don't Bury Me} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro - Record Key of E - Capo on 2:} {sot:} D E|---|---|---|---|---|---|--- B|---|---|---|---|---|---|--- G|---|---|---|---|---|-0-|--- D|---|---|---|---|---|---|--- A|-0-|-0-|-2-|-2-|-4-|---|--- E|---|---|---|---|---|---|--- {eot:} [D]Woke up this morning, p[G]ut on my slippers [D]Walked in the kitchen and d[A]ied And [D]oh what a feeling when my s[G]oul went through the ceiling And [A]on up into heaven I did r[D]ise When I [G]got there they did say John it [D]happened this-a-way You slipped upon the floor and hit your h[A]ead [A7] And a[D]ll the angels say just b[G]efore you passed a[D]way These are the very l[A]ast words that you s[D]aid {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [G](But) Please don't bury me down i[D]n the cold cold ground No, I'd 'druther have 'em cut me up and pass me all a[A]round [D]Throw my brains in a hurricane And the b[G]lind can have my e[D]yes And the d[G]eaf can take b[D]oth of my ears If t[A]hey don't mind the s[D]ize {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental:} [G] [D] [A] [D] # [D]Give my stomach to Milwakee if they [G]run out of b[D]eer Put my socks in a cedar box just g[E7]et 'em out'a h[A7]ere Ve[D]nus de Milo can have my arms Look o[G]ut! I've got your n[D]ose S[G]ell my heart to the j[D]unk man And gi[A7]ve my love to R[D]ose {ci:Repeat Chorus:} {ci:Instrumental:} [D] [G] [D] [E7] [A7] [D] [G] [D] [G] [D] [A7] [D] [D]Give my feet to the foot-loose C[G]areless, fancy-f[D]ree Give my knees to the needy Don't p[E7]ull that stuff on [A7]me H[D]and me down my walkin' cane, it's a s[G]in to tell a l[D]ie S[G]end my mouth w[D]ay down south and k[A]iss my ass good[D]-bye {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:The Great Compromise} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [C] # [C]I knew a girl who was almost a lady She had a [F]way with all the men in her l[C]ife Every [G]inch of her blossomed in beauty She was [F]born on the Fourth of J[C]uly W[C]ell, she lived in an aluminum house trailer And she wo[F]rked in a juke-box sa[C]loon And she s[G]pent all the money I'd give her Just to [F]see the ol' man in the m[C]oon {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [C]I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory And aw[F]ake in the Dawn's early l[C]ight But much [F]to my surprise when I op[C]ened my eyes I was a vi[G]ctim of the great compro[C]mise {eoc:} Wel[C]l, we'd go out on Saturday evening To the D[F]rive-in on Route Forty [C]One And it was t[G]here that I first suspected That she was d[F]oin' what she'd already d[C]one S[C]he said "Johnny want you get me some popcorn" And she k[F]new I had to walk pretty f[C]ar And as s[G]oon as I passed through the moonlight She hopped i[F]nto a foreign sports c[C]ar {ci: Repeat Chorus:} W[C]ell you know, I could'a beat up that fella But it was [F]her that had hopped in to his c[C]ar As many t[G]imes as I'd fought to protect her But this t[F]ime she was goin' too f[C]ar A[C]nd some folks they call me a coward 'Cause I l[F]eft her at the Drive-in that n[C]ight But I'd d[G]ruther have names thrown at me Than to fi[F]ght for a thing that ain't ri[C]ght {ci: Repeat Chorus:} Wel[C]l, she writes all the fellas love letters Sayin' gr[F]eetings come and see me real s[C]oon And they [G]go and line up in the bar-room To spend a n[F]ight in that sick woman's r[C]oom B[C]ut sometimes I get awful lonesome And I w[F]ish she were my girl ins[C]tead But she [G]won't let me live with her And she m[F]akes me live in my he[C]ad {ci: Ending:} [C]I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory And aw[F]ake in the Dawn's early l[C]ight But much [F]to my surprise when I op[C]ened my eyes I was a vi[G]ctim of the great compro[C]mise [F] [C] x #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Grandpa Was A Carpenter} {st:John Prine} # {ci: Recorded Key of B - Capo on 4} Oh, Gr[G]andpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every d[C]ay No particular re[G]ason, he just dressed that w[D]ay Br[G]own necktie with a matching vest and both his wingtip s[C]hoes He built a closet on o[G]ur back porch and put a pe[D]nny in a burned-out f[G]use {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} G[C]randpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and ba[G]nks Ch[C]ain-smoked Camel ci[G]garettes and hammered nails in pl[D]anks He was le[G]vel on the level, he shaved even every d[C]oor And voted for Eisenh[G]ower, 'cause L[D]incoln won the w[G]ar {eoc:} {ci:Instrumental} [C] [D] [G] [G]Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle" and rock me on his k[C]nee And let me listen to the ra[G]dio before we got [D]TV Well, he'd d[G]rive to church on Sunday and he'd take me with him t[C]oo Stained glass in every wi[G]ndow, hearing a[D]ids in every p[G]ew {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [G]Well, my Grandma was a teacher, she went to school in Bowling Gr[C]een Traded in a mi[G]lking cow for a Singer sewing mac[D]hine Well, she ca[G]lled her husband "Mister," and she walked real tall in p[C]ride She used to buy me co[G]mic books a[D]fter Grandpa d[G]ied {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {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: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 only fr[G7]iend 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 bank[G]roll, [F]It was gettin' t[C]hin Som[F]etimes it seems like the bo[C]ttom Is the only p[G7]lace 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 ears ins[G7]ide 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:Sweet Revenge} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} # I got k[G]icked off Noah's Ark I turn my ch[C]eek to unkind re[G]marks There was two of everything but one of [D7]me And when the ra[G]ins came tumbling down I held my b[C]reath and I stood my gr[G]ound And I watched that ship go sa[D7]iling out to se[C]ee-e[G]a {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} Take it b[C]ack. Take it back. Oh [G]no, you can't say that All of my friends are not dead or in j[D7]ail [G]Through rock and through stone The bl[C]ack wind still mo[G]ans Sweet Revenge, Sweet Re[D7]venge without [C]fai[G]l {eoc:} [G]I caught an aisle seat on a plane And drove an En[C]glish teacher half in[G]sane Making up jokes about bicycle spokes and red ball[D7]oons So I ca[G]lled up my local deejay And he di[C]dn't have alot to s[G]ay But the radio has learned a[D7]ll of my favorite [C]tun[G]es {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [G]The white meat is on the run And the d[C]ark meat is far too d[G]one And the milkman left me a note yester[D7]day Get o[G]ut of this town by Noon You're co[C]ming on way too s[G]oon And besides that we never li[D7]ked you a[C]nyw[G]ay {ci:Repeat Chorus:} Sweet Re[G]venge, Sweet Re[D7]venge Will pr[C]evail without f[G]ail #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Dear Abby} {st:John Prine} # {ci: Recorded Key of B - Capo on 4} [G]Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my f[C]eet are too l[G]ong [G]My hair's falling out and my r[A7]ights are all w[D7]rong [G]My friends they all tell me, that'a [C]no friends at a[G]ll [G]Won't you write me a letter, won't you g[D]ive me a c[G]all [C]Sig[D]ned Be[G]wildered [G]Bewildered, Bewildered you ha[C]ve no compl[G]aint You are what you are and you a[A7]in't what you a[D7]in't So li[G]sten up buster and li[C]sten up g[G]ood Stop wishin' for bad luck and kn[D]ockin' on w[G]ood [C] [D] [G] # [G]Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my fo[C]untain pen le[G]aks My wife hollers at me and my k[A7]ids are all fr[D7]eaks Every s[G]ide I get up on is the wr[C]ong side of b[G]ed If it weren't so expensive I'd w[D]ish I were d[G]ead [C]Sig[D]ned Un[G]happy [G]Unhappy, Unhappy, you ha[C]ve no compl[G]aint You are what you are and you a[A7]in't what you a[D7]in't So li[G]sten up buster and li[C]sten up g[G]ood Stop wishin' for bad luck and kn[D]ockin' on w[G]ood [C] [D] [G] # [G]Dear Abby, Dear Abby, you w[C]on't believe t[G]his But my stomache makes noises whene[A7]ver I k[D7]iss My gi[G]rlfriend tells me it's a[C]ll in my h[G]ead But my stomache tells me to wr[D]ite you inst[G]ead S[C]ign[D]ed Noisem[G]aker. [G]Noisemaker, Noisemaker, you h[C]ave no compl[G]aint ... You are what you are and you a[A7]in't what you a[D7]in't So li[G]sten up buster and li[C]sten up g[G]ood Stop wishin' for bad luck and kn[D]ockin' on w[G]ood [C] [D] [G] # [G]Dear Abby, Dear Abby, well I n[C]ever tho[G]ught That me and my girlfriend would e[A7]ver get ca[D7]ught We were si[G]ttin' in the back seat just sho[C]otin' the bre[G]eze With her hair up in curlers and her p[D]ants to her kn[G]ees S[C]ign[D]ed Just Mar[G]ried [G]Just Married, Just Married, you h[C]ave no compl[G]aint ... You are what you are and you a[A7]in't what you a[D7]in't So li[G]sten up buster and li[C]sten up g[G]ood Stop wishin' for bad luck and kn[D]ockin' on w[G]ood [C]Sig[D]ned Dear A[G]bby #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Souvenirs} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [G] [C] [D] [G] [G] [C] [D] [G] # [Tacet]All the snow has turned to [C]water [D]Christmas day has come and g[G]one Broken toys and faded [C]colors [D]Are all that's left to li[G]nger on [Tacet]I hate graveyards and old pawns[C]hops [D]For they always bring me te[G]ars [G]Can't forgive the way they r[C]ob me [D]Of my childhoood souven[G]irs {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} [D]Memories, they can't be bou[G]ghten They [D]can't be won at carnivals for f[G]ree [D]Well, it took me years, to [G]get those souvenirs And I [C]don't know how they slipped away from [D]me [G] [C] [D] [G] [G] [C] [D] [G] {eoc:} # [Tacet]Broken hearts and dirty w[C]indows [D]Make life difficult to [G]see That's why last night and this mo[C]rning [D]Always look the same to [G]me [Tacet]I hate reading old love let[C]ters [D]For they always bring me te[G]ars I can't forgive the way they rob [C]me [D]Of my sweetheart sou[G]venirs {ci:Repeat Chorus:} #---------------------------------------------------------------------- {new_song:} {no_grid:} # {t:Come Back To Us Barabra Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard} {st:John Prine} # {ci:Intro:} [F] [C] [G] [C] # T[C]he last time that I saw her She was stan[F]ding [A7]in the r[D7]ain With her ov[G]ercoat under her arm Leaning on a horsehead c[C]ane She said "Carl, take all the money" She called e[F]veryb[A7]ody Ca[D7]rl My sp[G]irit's broke My mind's a joke, And getting up's real h[C]ard. {ci:Chorus:} {soc:} Don't you k[F]now her when you see her? She gr[C]ew up in your backy[F]ard Come back to us Barbara Le[C]wis Hare Krish[G]na Beaureg[C]ard [F] [C] [G] [C] {eoc:} [C]Selling Bibles at the airports Buying qu[F]ayludes [A7]on the ph[D7]one Hey, you t[G]alk about a paper route She's a shut-in without a h[C]ome God save her, please She's nailed her knees to some d[F]rugstore pa[A7]rking l[D7]ot Hey, Mr. Br[G]own turn the volume down I believe this evening's sh[C]ot {ci:Repeat Chorus:} [C]Can't you picture her next Thursday? Can you pi[F]cture h[A7]er at a[D7]ll? In the Ho[G]tel Boulderado At the dark end of the h[C]all I gotta shake myself and wonder Why she e[F]ven bot[A7]hers [D7]me For if hearta[G]ches were commercials We'd all be on T.[C]V. Don't you k[F]now her when you see her? She gr[C]ew up in your backya[F]rd Come back to us Barbara Le[C]wis Hare Krish[G]na Beaureg[C]ard Come b[F]ack to us Barbara Le[C]wis Hare Kr[G]ishna Beaurega[C]rd [G] [C] # #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {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." #--------------------------------------------------------------------- {cb:--End of "Prime Prine:The Best of John Prine" by John Prine--} #---------------------------------------------------------------------