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!
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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