John Prine (nascido em 10 de outubro de 1946 em Maywood, Illinois) é um cantor e compositor americano country/folk. Ele está na ativades desde o começo dos anos 70 até hoje em dia.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
That's How Every Empire Falls John Prine/ R.B. Morris
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FC He caught a train from Alexandria BbF Just a broken man in flight FC Running scared with all his devils BbF Saying prayers all through the night FC But mercy can't find him BbF Not in the shadows where he calls FC Forsaking all his better angels BbF That's how every empire falls
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FC The bells ring out on Sunday morning BbF Like echoes from another time FC All our innocence and yearning BbF And sense of wonder left behind FC Oh, gentle hearts remember BbF What was that story his they lost FC When religion loses vision BbF That's how every empire falls
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FC He toasts his wife and all his family BbF The providence he brought to bear FC They raise their glasses in his honor BbF Although this union made 'em share FC Of a man that lives among them BbF But still a stranger to them all FC For when a heart is never open BbF That's how every empire falls
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FC Lock the door and board the windows BbF Put the people in the street FC It just my job he says I'm sorry BbF And draws the jackels home to eat FC But at night he tell his woman BbF I know I hide behind the laws FC She says you are only taking orders BbF That's how every empire falls
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FC A bitter wind blows through the country BbF A hard rain falls on the sea FC If terror comes without a warning BbF There must be something we don't see FC Well, fire begets this fire BbF Like torches thrown into the straw FC If no one ask and no one answers BbF That's how every empire falls