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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“There She Goes” by John Prine from the album Bruised Orange
[Intro] E
[Verse] E Hey, there she goes A Well, I thought she'd never leave, heaven knows A You know it sure gives me the creeps E You know I went and loved that woman E to the power of the height E We both got jivin' fever screwed our heads uptight B7 Then it came to blows, hey, hey, hey, hey, E There she goes, hey, there she goes
[Verse] E Hey there she goes A Just a walkin' down the street I suppose A The next fellow that she meets E Should have her head examined by an x-ray machine E So he can see all those pictures that I've already seen B7 Just so he knows, hey, hey, hey, hey, EE7 there she goes, hey there she goes
[Bridge] A Well, there must be something somewhere E That makes me want to hurt myself inside A Yeah, we were regular Dr. Jekyll B7 But together, we were Mr. and Mrs. Hyde E What a rough rough ride
[Verse] E Hey, there she goes A She's walking out on me with all her clothes A Lookin' fine as she could be E Well, I seen her on down at the courthouse E I was sober as the judge E We'd tried to talk things over E but the grudge just wouldn't budge B7 I said adios, hey, hey, hey, hey, EE7 There she goes, hey, there she goes
[Bridge] A Well, there must be something somewhere E That makes me want to hurt myself inside A Yeah, we were regular Dr. Jekyll B7 But together, we were Mr. and Mrs. Hyde E What a rough rough ride
[Verse] E Hey, there she goes A Well, I thought she'd never leave, heaven knows A You know it sure gives me the creeps E You know I went and loved that woman E to the power of the height E We both got jivin' fever screwed our heads uptight B7 Then it came to blows, hey, hey, hey, hey, E there she goes, hey, there she goes