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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From: [email protected] (Sam Booker) Subject: PRO:quit_hollerin_at_me by john prine Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 14:43:58 -0700 (MST)
#----------------------------------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. #------------------------------------------------------------------------------ {no_grid:} # {t:Quit Hollerin' At Me} {st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)} {st:From the John Prine album "Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings" ( Oh Boy Records, 1995)} # # Chords by Sam Booker ([email protected]) # {ci:Intro:} [F#m] # [F#m]I don't want your big French Fry I don't want your car I don't want to buy no soap >From no washed-up movie star Y[Bm]ou are so much louder Than the show I wanna hear With your s[F#m]ugarless gum Gee, but I'm dumb Non-alcoholic beer It's en[Bm]ough to make a grown man Blow [E]up his own TV Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me
[F#m]I heard you the first time I heard myself say Seems like the little woman Is getting bigger every day Y[Bm]ou don't have to tell the neighbors A little silence ain't no sin They[F#m] already think my name is Where in the hell you been? Lo[Bm]uder, louder, louder, louder, lo[E]uder Constantly Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me W[Bm]hoa oh whoa [E]oh S[Bm]weet Ser[F#m]enity W[Bm]hoa oh whoa [E]oh Q[Bm]uit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me
[F#m]Ain't it great at the end of the day When there ain't no sound around Just me and the fence post Staring each other down [Bm]Nothing but a big bunch of nothing Driving me insane Cause there a[F#m]in't no voice that's louder Than the one inside my brain H[Bm]ey you go on Go [E]on and let me be Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me W[Bm]hoa oh whoa oh Sw[Bm]eet Ser[F#m]enity W[Bm]hoa oh whoa oh Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me