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:this_love_is_real by john prine Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 14:45:32 -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:This Love Is Real} {st:(John Prine/Lee Clayton)} {st:From the John Prine album "Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings" ( Oh Boy Records, 1995)} # # Chords and enhancements by Sam Booker ([email protected]) # Initial Chords by [email protected] (Dave Klein) # {ci:Intro:} [D] # [D]I can taste your li[A]pstick in the w[D]ine, [G]I can feel your h[A]eartbeat close to m[D]ine. W[G]ith your love wrapped a[A]round me, I'm [D]sile[C]nt and st[G]ill.[C] [G] [C] [G] I [G]know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal.
[D]I have tasted other l[A]ips I thought were t[D]rue, I have lo[G]oked into the e[A]yes I thought were y[D]ou. Now [G]touching j[A]ust to touch, And fe[D]eling j[C]ust to F[G]eel,[C] [G] [C] [G] I [G]know that th[A]is love is r[D]eal.
{ci:Instrumental:} [D] [A] [D] [G] [A] [D] [G] [A] [D] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [G] [A] [D] # [Bm]Someone should tell our dreams when love is g[A]one, [Bm]While still in slumber, memories linger [A]on [Bm]Sometimes I lie awake in bed till da[A]wn, Thinking of y[G]ou, now you're g[A]one
[D]Tender is the h[A]eart that sleeps in re[D]st, Te[G]nder is the h[A]ope of tende[D]rness L[G]ove thy neighbor as thy[A]self And t[D]hou sh[C]all not st[G]eal [C] [G] [C] [G] I[G] know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal. L[G]ove thy neighbor as thy[A]self And t[D]hou sh[C]all not st[G]eal [C] [G] [C] [G] I[G] know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal. [G] [D]