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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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your Flag Decal Won't Get You into Heaven Anymore - John Prine ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
GC While digesting Readers Digest in the back of a dirty book store DG A plastic flag with gum on the back Fell out on the floor. GC Well I picked it up and ran outside And slapped it on my windowshield. DG And If I could see old Betsy Ross Id tell her how good I feel.
(Chorus) CG But, your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore. DG They’re already overcrowded From your dirty little war CG Now Jesus don’t like Killin’ No matter what the reasons for. DGBbCD And your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore.
GC Well I went to the Bank this morning And the cashier said to me DG If you join the Christmas Club We'll give you ten of them flags for free. GC I didn’t mess a round a bit I took him up on what he said DG And stuck them stickers all over my car And one on my wifes forehead.
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GC Well I got my windshield so filled with flags I couldn’t see DG So I ran my car upside a curb and right into a tree GC By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead, D And I’ll never understand Why the man, G Standing in the Pearly Gates said…