Subject: LYREQ: John Prine Tunes? From: Vixen Date: 30 Apr 99 - 02:50 PM I'm seeking some lyrics for 3 tunes I heard a friend of mine sing years ago...I think he said they were by John Prine, but I haven't been able to find them in the DT or elswhere. The friend has moved to parts unknown, so I can't ask him! Any help will be gratefully appreciated! "Dear Abby Dear Abby / well I never thought / that me and my girlfriend / would ever get caught" "Dreamin' just comes natural / like the first breath / from a baby / like the sunshine / feedin' daisies / like the lovin' hid deep in your heart" "I'm goin' steady / with Iron Ore Betty / an' she's goin steady / with me" Any ideas on titles, recordings, etc??? I remember snatches of all three songs, but not all of therm. Many thanks! V |
Subject: RE: LYREQ: John Prine Tunes From: Joe Offer Date: 30 Apr 99 - 03:03 PM Hi, Vixen - be sure to do a Forum Search and a database search for prine. I think there's a Web page full of John Prine lyrics. I'll see if I can find it. -Joe Offer- Yep-the Prine Shrine |
Subject: RE: LYREQ: John Prine Tunes From: Roger in Baltimore Date: 30 Apr 99 - 08:09 PM The Prine Shrine has it all. The first song is called "Dear Abby" and the second line is from a song called "Donald and Lydia" (one of the few songs I know about masturbation). The title of the third escapes me. Love that Prine, though! Roger in Baltimore |
Subject: Lyr Add: DEAR ABBY (John Prine) From: Curtis & Loretta Date: 03 May 99 - 02:10 AM DEAR ABBY As recorded by John Prine on "Sweet Revenge" (1973)
Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my feet are too long.
Bewildered, Bewildered, you have no complaint.
Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my fountain pen leaks, Unhappy, unhappy, you have no complaint.... [etc.—same as above.]
Dear Abby, Dear Abby, you won't believe this, Noisemaker, Noisemaker.... [etc.]
Dear Abby, Dear Abby, well I never thought Just Married, Just Married... [etc.] Signed, Dear Abby. |
Subject: Lyr Add: SPANISH PIPEDREAM (John Prine) From: UB Ed Date: 10 Oct 01 - 08:56 AM SPANISH PIPEDREAM by John Prine as recorded by John Prine on "John Prine" (1971) 1. She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol, And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal. Well, she pressed her chest against me about the time the jukebox broke. Yeah, she give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the words she spoke: CHORUS: Blow up your TV. Throw away your paper. Go to the country. Build you a home. Plant a little garden. Eat a lot o' peaches. Try and find Jesus on your own. 2. Well, I sat there at the table, and I acted real naive, For I knew that topless lady, had somethin' up her sleeve. Well, she danced around the barroom, and she did the hoochie-koo. Yeah, she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do. (CHORUS) 3. Well, I was young and hungry, and about to leave that place, When just as I was leavin', well, she looked me in the face. I said, "You must know the answer." She said, "No, but I'll give it a try," And to this very day we been a-livin' our way, and here is the reason why: LAST CHORUS: We blew up our TV, threw away our paper, Went to the country, built us a home, Had a lot o' children, fed 'em on peaches. They all found Jesus on their own. |
Subject: Lyr Add: YOUR FLAG DECAL WON'T GET YOU INTO HEAVEN From: UB Ed Date: 10 Oct 01 - 10:04 AM YOUR FLAG DECAL WON'T GET YOU INTO HEAVEN ANYMORE By John Prine As recorded by John Prine on “John Prine” (1971) 1. While digesting Reader's Digest in the back of a dirty book store, A plastic flag with gum on the back fell out on the floor. Well, I picked it up and I ran outside, slapped it on my window shield, And if I could see old Betsy Ross, tell her how good I feel. CHORUS: But your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore. They're already overcrowded from your dirty little war. Now Jesus don't like killin', no matter what the reason's for, And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore. 2. Well, I went to the bank this morning and the cashier said to me: "If you join the Christmas club, we'll give you ten of them flags for free." Well, I didn't mess around a bit; I took him up on what he said, And I stuck them stickers all over my car and one on my wife's forehead. CHORUS 3. Well, I got my window shield so filled with flags, I couldn't see, So, I ran the car upside a curb right into a tree. By the time they got a doctor down, I was already dead, And I'll never understand why the man standing in the Pearly Gates said: CHORUS [In the 3rd chorus, substitute “We’re already…” for “They’re already….”] |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE FRYING PAN (John Prine) From: Jim Dixon Date: 11 May 17 - 11:14 AM This was mentioned in a thread called Food songs, but I thought it would be more appropriate here, since food is not its main theme: THE FRYING PAN As recorded by John Prine on "Diamonds in the Rough" (1972) I come home from work this evenin'; there was a note in the fryin' pan, Said: "Fix your own supper, babe; I run off with the Fuller brush man." An'— CHORUS: I miss the way she used to yell at me, the way she used to cuss an' moan, An' if I ever go out an' get married again I'll never leave my wife at home. Well, I sat down at the table, screamed, an' I hollered an' cried, An' I commenced to carryin' on till I almost lost my mind. 'Cause—CHORUS If I ever see another salesman come a-knockin' at my door, I'm gonna pick up a rock an' hit him on the head an' knock him down on the floor. 'Cause—CHORUS |
Subject: Lyr Add: ALL THE BEST (John Prine) From: Jim Dixon Date: 12 Feb 18 - 01:34 PM This was mentioned in a thread about divorce, so I looked it up: ALL THE BEST As recorded by John Prine on "The Missing Years" (1991) I wish you love— and happiness. I guess I wish— you all the best. I wish you don't— do like I do, And never fall in love with someone like you; 'Cause if you feel— just like I did, You'd prob'ly walk around the block like a little kid. But kids don't know;— they can only guess How hard it is— to wish you happiness. I guess that love— is like a Christmas card: You decorate a tree;— you throw it in the yard. It decays and dies— and the snowmen melt. Well, I once knew love;— I knew how love felt. Yeah, I knew love;— love knew me. When I walked,— love walked with me, And I got no hate— and I got no pride. Well, I got— so much love that I cannot hide. Yeah, I got— so much love that I cannot hide. Say you drive a Chevy;— say you drive a Ford. You say you drive around the town till you just get bored, And then you change your mind— for somethin' else to do, And your heart gets bored with your mind and it changes you. Well, it's a doggone shame,— and it's an awful mess. I wish you love;— I wish you happiness. I wish you love;— I wish you happiness. I guess I wish— you all the best. [A live recording by John Prine also appears on "A John Prine Christmas" (2009). A cover by My Morning Jacket appears on "Broken Hearts & Dirty Windows: Songs of John Prine" (various artists, 2010). [Prine explains, in the intro on the Christmas album: "I got kind of an unusual Christmas present a couple of years back. I got a divorce for Christmas. So I really didn't know what to do, so I went out and bought myself an electric train because I never had one before. And me and this friend of mine, we nailed it to the dining-room table— just 'cause we could."] |
Subject: ADD: Souvenirs (John Prine) From: Joe Offer Date: 02 Apr 20 - 02:01 AM SOUVENIRS (John Prine) All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys and faded colors Are all that's left to linger on I hate graveyards and old pawn shops For they always bring me tears I can't forgive the way they rob me Of my childhood souvenirs CHORUS Memories they can't be boughten They can't be won at carnivals for free Well it took me years To get those souvenirs And I don't know how they slipped away from me Broken hearts and dirty windows Make life difficult to see That's why last night and this mornin' Always look the same to me I hate reading old love letters For they always bring me tears I can't forgive the way they rob me Of my sweetheart's souvenirs Memories they can't be boughten They can't be won at carnivals for free Well it took me years To get those souvenirs And I don't know how they slipped away from me Starts with a great performance of "Souvenirs" Then Sam Stone. Then Speed of the Sound of Loneliness. Then Paradis, with a melody slightly different from what I learned. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: Joe Offer Date: 02 Apr 20 - 09:05 AM John Prine at home, a year before the coronavirus, Feb 2019: |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: Mrrzy Date: 03 Apr 20 - 04:30 PM Your flag decal won't getcha into heaven any more https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlofnxJxMIQ |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: gillymor Date: 03 Apr 20 - 08:33 PM He's written so many great and near-great songs but I think Souvenirs is my favorite, anyway it's the only song of his I still sing. If you see this, Mr. Prine, best wishes for a full recovery. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 03 Apr 20 - 11:22 PM The lyrics to all John's original songs plus some covers are available at http://www.jpshrine.org/lyrics/ (aka the John Prine Shrine). I just learned "Linda Goes to Mars" today. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: GUEST,henryp Date: 04 Apr 20 - 07:04 PM Souvenirs; When I was first performing at the Fifth Peg in Chicago, I thought I should have a new song every week so that people wouldn’t hear the same songs they heard last week. I wrote this song in my '65 Malibu on my way to the club on a Thursday night. I wish I could do that now! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: GUEST Date: 05 Apr 20 - 10:15 AM "Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick have served up a rendition of John Prine and Iris Dement duet In Spite Of Ourselves to share their well wishes for the ailing Americana legend." Hollywood Heavy News https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDXV5XRcnpM |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: DONALD AND LYDIA (John Prine) From: Felipa Date: 09 Apr 20 - 01:40 PM Donald And Lydia chords - John Prine Click to play this song! https://www.cowboylyrics.com/tabs/prine-john/donald-and-lydia-23905.html Song : Donald And Lydia (Mod.not to slow 3/4 timing) By John Prine C F C Small town bright lights Saturday night, D7 G7 Pin balls and pool halls flashing their lights C F C Making change behind a counter in a penny arcade, G7 C Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray (spoken) Lydia F C D7 G7 Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat, behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat C F C She read romance magazines up in her room G7 C And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon (Chorus) G7 F C G7 C But dreaming just comes natural like the first breath from a baby C7 F C G7 C Like sunshine feeding daisies, Like the love hidden deep in your heart C F C Bunkbeds shaved heads Saturday night D7 G7 A ware house of strangers with sixty watt lights C F C G7 C Staring though the ceiling just wanting to be, lay a one of to many a young PFC (spoken) Donald C F C There were spaces between Donald and what ever he said D7 G7 Strangers had forced him to live in his head C F C He envisioned the details of romantic scenes after midnight in the stillness of G7 C the barrack's latrine (repeat chorus) C F C D7 G7 Hot love, cold love, no love at all, a portrait of guilt is hung on the wall C F C G7 C Nothing is wrong, nothing is right, Donald and Lydia made love that night (spoken) Love G7 C F C They made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams D7 G7 They made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams C F But when they were finished, there was nothing to say C G7 C C7 'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away (repeat chorus) |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: Mrrzy Date: 12 Apr 20 - 01:09 PM Refreshing just because it'd be a pity for this to drop off the page so soon. https://youtu.be/MmjnQjRvPUQ |
Subject: Lyr Add: HUMIDITY BUILT THE SNOWMAN (John Prine) From: Joe Offer Date: 13 Apr 20 - 08:59 PM HUMIDITY BUILT THE SNOWMAN (John Prine) Does he still think about her? Why there was never really any doubt Every time he lights a candle or blows a candle out The scientific nature of the ordinary man Is to go on out and do the best you can I don't think that you know that I think you don't know That old barometer goes crazy, baby, every time it starts to snow You won't find me walking, 'round your part of town Humidity built the Snowman, sunshine brought him down This world is full of people, they never seem to fall Somebody said they seen you, you hadn't changed at all The fundamental story of the contemporary man Is to walk away and someday understand I don't think that you know that I think you don't know That old barometer goes crazy, baby, every time it starts to snow You won't find me walking, 'round your part of town Humidity built the Snowman, sunshine brought him down The scientific nature of the ordinary man Is to go on out and do the best you can I don't think that you know that I think you don't know That old barometer goes crazy, baby, every time it starts to snow You won't find me walking, 'round your part of town Humidity built the Snowman, sunshine brought him down Humidity built the Snowman, sunshine brought him down Brought him down, brought him down Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: John E. Prine Humidity Built the Snowman lyrics © Tommy Jack Music, Bug Music Obo Weona Music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWXbxp_ebRQ |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: PLEASE DON'T BURY ME (John Prine) From: Joe Offer Date: 19 Apr 20 - 11:23 PM This one needs some correction.
PLEASE DON'T BURY ME |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: Joe Offer Date: 25 Apr 20 - 05:49 PM Here's a nice selection of Prine recordings: |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: GUEST,henryp Date: 26 Apr 20 - 04:37 PM And [E]on up into [B7]Heaven I did [E]ride. (No) I'm gonna have 'em cut me up and pass me all a-[B7]round [E]Throw my brain in a hurricane the [A]blind can have my [E]eyes Put my sox in a cedar box just to[F#]get 'em out of [B7]here Hope this helps. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: GUEST Date: 27 Apr 20 - 09:42 AM Do anyone have the lyrics to a song by John Prine called "Dancing on the Wall". Song was written when the Berlin Wall was pushed down. Can't find it on John Prine Shrine website. |
Subject: ADD: Grandpa Was a Carpenter (John Prine) From: Joe Offer Date: 27 Jun 20 - 01:53 AM GRANDPA WAS A CARPENTER Written by John Prine As recorded by John Prine on “Sweet Revenge” (1973)
1. Grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every day—
CHORUS: Grandpa was a carpenter; he built houses, stores, and banks,
2. Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle" and rock me on his knee
3. Now my grandma was a teacher, went to school in Bowling Green, |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: John Prine songs From: GUEST,henryp Date: 27 Jun 20 - 12:36 PM Lyrics from LyricFind very close to those on jpshrine. Transcribed from Souvenirs; fifteen new recordings of classic songs (2000) Grandpa wore his suit to dinner Nearly every day No particular reason He just dressed that way Brown necktie and a matching vest Both his wingtip shoes He built the closet on our back porch And put a penny in a burned-out fuse Grandpa was a carpenter He built houses, stores and banks Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes And hammered nails in planks He was level on the level He shaved even every door And voted for Eisenhower 'Cause Lincoln won the war Well, he used to sing me "Blood On The Saddle" And rock me on his knee And let me listen to the radio Before we got T.V. Well, he'd drive to church on Sunday And he'd take me with him too Stained glass in every window Hearing aids in every pew Chorus Now my Grandma was a teacher She went to school in Bowling Green Traded in a milking cow For a Singer sewing machine Well, she called her husband "Mister" And she walked real tall and pride* She used to buy me comic books After Grandpa died Chorus * He seems to sing 'pride' to rhyme with 'died'. "My dad went to 11 different schools because Grandpa was a carpenter. He died when I was about 7 or 8. He built the Bank on 4th and Madison...man, Grandpa used to take me everywhere. After I sang the song for a bunch of my family, a couple of my Aunts pulled me aside to tell me that he didn't smoke Camels, he smoked Kools." John Prine |
Subject: ADD: Evferybody (John Prine) From: Joe Offer Date: 28 Nov 21 - 07:00 PM Thread #157801 Message #3726773 Posted By: GUEST 28-Jul-15 - 04:08 PM Thread Name: BS: One for the astrophysicist Subject: RE: BS: One for the astrophysicist
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Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: IT'S A BIG OLD GOOFY WORLD (Prine) From: NightWing Date: 01 Dec 21 - 01:43 AM A week or two after he died, I sang this song at a local jam. I had just learned it over the preceding couple of months. Sometime in the final pair of verses, I found myself crying. Managed to finish the song, but I had to take a break to get myself back together. I've managed to finish it a few times without weeping, but it still makes me teary.
Up in the morning, Work like a dog
I know a fella He eats like a horse
CHORUS
Now Elvis had a woman With a head like a rock CHORUS
Kiss a little baby Give the world a smile
So I'm sitting in a hotel Tryin'a write a song
CHORUS Written by John Prine
[G]Up in the morning, [C]Work like a dog
I know a fella He eats like a horse
- CHORUS -
Now Elvis had a woman With a head like a rock
- CHORUS -
Kiss a little baby Give the world a smile
So I'm sitting in a hotel Tryin'a write a song
- CHORUS - |
Subject: Lyr Add: CHRISTMAS IN PRISON (John Prine) From: GerryM Date: 01 Dec 21 - 04:27 PM Christmas in Prison John Prine https://youtu.be/00Ig33jctXs It was Christmas in prison And the food was real good We had turkey and pistols Carved out of wood And I dream of her always Even when I don't dream Her name's on my tongue And her blood's in my stream Chorus: Wait awhile eternity Old mother nature's got nothing on me Come to me, run to me, come to me, now We're rolling, my sweetheart We're flowing, by God She reminds me of a chess game With someone I admire Or a picnic in the rain After a prairie fire Her heart is as big As this whole goddamn jail And she's sweeter than saccharine At a drug store sale Chorus The search light in the big yard Swings round with the gun And spotlights the snowflakes Like the dust in the sun It's Christmas in prison There'll be music tonight I'll probably get homesick I love you Goodnight Chorus |
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