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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FLAG DECAL By John Prine
C Well while digesting Reader's Digest C7F In the back of a dirty book store,
A flag decal, with gum on the back, C Fell out on the floor.
So I picked it up and I ran outside C7F And I slapped on my windowshield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross now GC I tell her how good I feel.
F ch. Oh but your flag decal won't get you C Into Heaven any more. G They're already overcrowded FC From your dirty little wars. F Now Jesus he don't like killin' C No matter what the reason if for, G And your flag decal won't get you G7C Into Heaven any more.
(Well) I went into the bank this morning and the teller she said to me, "If you join our Chrismas club we'll give you ten of those flags for free." So I didn't mess around a bit and I took her up on what she said. And I stuck those stickers all over my car And one on my wife's forehead.
(Chorus)
(Well) I got my car so stickered up That I couldn't see. Then I ran it right upside a curb And then right into a tree. By the time they called a doctor down I was already dead. And I'll never understand why the man Standing at the Pearly Gates said...
Final Ch. Oh but your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. We're already overcrowded From your dirty little wars. Now Jesus he don't like killin' No matter what the reason is for, And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more.