John Prine (born October 10, 1946 in Maywood, Illinois-died April 7, 2020 in Nashville, Tennessee) was an American country/folk singer-songwriter who has achieved widespread critical (and some commercial) success since the early 1970s.
The son of William Prine and Verna Hamm, his grandfather had played guitar with Merle Travis and he started playing guitar himself at 14 years old. He was a postman for 5 years and spent a couple of years in the army before starting his musical career in the Chicago area.
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FLAG DECAL By John Prine
C Well while digesting Reader's Digest C7F In the back of a dirty book store,
A flag decal, with gum on the back, C Fell out on the floor.
So I picked it up and I ran outside C7F And I slapped on my windowshield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross now GC I tell her how good I feel.
F ch. Oh but your flag decal won't get you C Into Heaven any more. G They're already overcrowded FC From your dirty little wars. F Now Jesus he don't like killin' C No matter what the reason if for, G And your flag decal won't get you G7C Into Heaven any more.
(Well) I went into the bank this morning and the teller she said to me, "If you join our Chrismas club we'll give you ten of those flags for free." So I didn't mess around a bit and I took her up on what she said. And I stuck those stickers all over my car And one on my wife's forehead.
(Chorus)
(Well) I got my car so stickered up That I couldn't see. Then I ran it right upside a curb And then right into a tree. By the time they called a doctor down I was already dead. And I'll never understand why the man Standing at the Pearly Gates said...
Final Ch. Oh but your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. We're already overcrowded From your dirty little wars. Now Jesus he don't like killin' No matter what the reason is for, And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more.