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: Phil Scott Date: Thu, 29 Feb 1996 15:06:55 +1100 (EST)
bottomless_lake.crd, as transcribed by Phil Scott, [email protected]
BOTTOMLESS LAKE by John Prine >From the album "Aimless Love", Oh Boy Records, 1986
Play with capo on 3rd fret, ie actually in key of A# I'm not certain I've tracked down all of the chords in the verse. I've got a sneaking suspicion that there's at least one variation on an A chord there somewhere, but I can't tell for the life of me what it is. Anyway, the following seems to work for me.
(Guitar Intro: GCCCGGGDDDGGG (twice)) G Here's the story of a man and his family DG And a big trip that they took
I heard all about it in a restaurant D And I read it in a history book CG They rented a car at the Erie Canal C But the car didn't have no brake G Said ma to pa my God this car DG Is gonna fall into the bottomless lake
(guitar: repeat intro) Well mama turned to daddy with a pale face She said I've done something horribly wrong The water's still runnin' in the bathtub And I think I left the kitchen light on Then I heard a crash, the car went splash The compass rolled around and around Oh, for heaven's sake we fell in a lake And I think we're all gonna drown
CHORUS GD We are falling down G Down to the bottom of a hole in the ground
Smoke 'em if you got 'em CG I'm so scared, I can hardly breathe DG I may never see my sweetheart again
(guitar: repeat intro) There was plenty of food in the back seat And the windows were rolled up tight So we all nibbled on a chicken leg And told stories way through the night Pa told one that he told before And the baby got a bellyache Said ma to pa, my God this car Is falling down the bottomless lake
CHORUS
(guitar: repeat intro) Papa played the music on the radio Mama rocked the baby to sleep He said he would'a taken the other road But he didn't think the lake was that deep If the ferry'd been there at the end of the pier We'd be half way to Uncle Jake's Instead of lookin' at fish out the window, I wish We'd hit the bottom of the bottomless lake (repeat) Instead of lookin' at fish out the window, I wish We'd hit the bottom of the bottomless lake
CHORUS
(guitar: repeat intro twice) So if you're ever goin' on a big trip Ya better be careful out there Start everything on your good foot Wear clean underwear Take along a bible in the back seat Read of David and of Solomon Coz if you make a mistake in the bottomless lake You may never see your sweetheart again If you should make a mistake in the bottomless lake You may never see your sweetheart again (repeat) If you should make a mistake in the bottomless lake You may never see your sweethearts again