John Prine (Maywood, Illinois, 10 de octubre de 1946) es un cantautor de country y folk estadounidense con un amplio éxito, tanto de crítica como de público, desde la década de 1970.
Sus padres fueron William Prine y Verna Hamm. Su abuelo había sido guitarrista de Merle Travis y Prine se inició como guitarrista a los catorce años. Durante cinco años trabajó como cartero, e hizo el servicio militar antes de comenzar su carrera musical en Chicago.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse] CF Woke up this morning, put on my slippers CG Walked in the kitchen and died CF And oh, what a feelin' when my soul went through the ceiling GC And on up into heaven I did rise FC When I got there they did say John it happened this a-way G You slipped upon the floor and hit your head CFC And all the angels say just before you passed away GC These were the very last words that you said
[Chorus] FC Please don't bury me down in the cold, cold ground G No, I druther have them cut me up and pass me all around CFC Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes FCGC And the deaf can take both my ears if they don't mind the size
[Verse] Give my stomache to Milwaukee if they run out of beer Put my socks in a cedar box, just get them out of 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
[Chorus] FC Please don't bury me down in the cold, cold ground G No, I druther have them cut me up and pass me all around CFC Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes FCGC And the deaf can take both my ears if they don't mind the size
[Instrumental verse]
[Verse] Give my feet to the footloose, careless, fancy free Give my knees to the needy, don't 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 goodbye
[Chorus] FC Please don't bury me down in the cold, cold ground G No, I druther have them cut me up and pass me all around CFC Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes FCGC And the deaf can take both my ears if they don't mind the size