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!
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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]