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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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!darwin.sura.net!news.udel.edu!diusys!walt Tue Jul 14 16:38:31 PDT 1992 Article: 727 of alt.guitar.tab Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!darwin.sura.net!news.udel.edu!diusys!walt From: [email protected] (Walt Dabell) Subject: MUSIC: DontBuryMe.crd Message-ID: Sender: [email protected] Nntp-Posting-Host: diusys.cms.udel.edu Reply-To: [email protected] Organization: U of Delaware, College of Marine Studies / Lewes Date: Tue, 14 Jul 1992 19:55:49 GMT Lines: 58
TITLE: Dont Bury Me ARTIST: John Prine
DG Woke up this morning, put on my slippers DA went to the kitchen and died DG And oh what a feeling when my soul went through the celing AD and on up in to heaven I did rise GD When I got there they did say John it happened this-a-way A you slipped upon the floor and hit your head DGD And all the angels say just before you passed away AD these are the very last words that you said
CHORUS: GD Please don't bury me down in that cold cold ground A I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all around D Throw my brains in a huricane GD The blind can have my eyes GDAD 'deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer Put my socks in a cedar box just get 'em out'a here Venus de milo can have my arms Look out! I've got your nose Sell my heart to the junk man And give my love to Rose
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Give my feet to the foot-loose careless fancy free Give my knees to the needy don't 'cha pull that stuff on me Hand me down my walkin' cane, it's a sin to tell a lie Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass good-bye
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