John Prine Guitar Chords
John Prine Guitar Chords
John Prine Guitar Chords
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[A]('Cause) You'll be leaving on a n[D]ew train
Far away from this w[A]orld of pain
And when you look out your wi[E]ndow you'll see
Your home, your baby, and your fa[A]mily
No melted ice cubes in a pa[D]per cup
Hell, you'll be happy, you'll be a[A]ll shook up
The friends that greet you will be s[E]imple and plain
When you step down from that n[D]ew tr[A]ain
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[D] [A] [E] [A]
[D] [A] [E] [A]
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[A]Collected volumes of hi[D]story say
Man makes mistakes most ev[A]ery day
The half a pound of ch[E]opped ground round
Is still a burger when it g[A]oes downtown
No faded photographs of yes[D]terdays
Are in the books that I r[A]ead these days
To fly away from that me[E]mory town
You must keep both your f[A]eet on the ground
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[D] [A] [E] [A]
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[A]I'll be leaving on a n[D]ew train
Far away from this wo[A]rld of pain
The friends that greet me will be si[E]mple and plain
When I step down from that n[D]ew t[A]rain
N[D]ew tr[A]ain
N[D]ew tr[A]ain
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{t:Ain't Hurtin' Nobody}
{st:(John Prine)}
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[C]
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[C]I'm walkin' down the street
Like Lucky Larue
G[F]ot my hand in my pocket
I'm thinkin' 'bout you
I ain't [C]hurtin' nobody [G]
I ain't hurtin' no [C]one
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[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
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S[C]he's sitting on the back steps
Just shucking that corn
[F]That gal's been grinning
Since the day she was born
She ain't hu[C]rtin' nobody
[G]
She ain't hurtin' no o[C]ne
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We are the lo[F]nely - all to[G]gether
All to[F]gether - we're all a[G]lone
We are the lo[F]nely - all to[G]gether
All t[F]ogether - we're all al[G]one
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[G] [C] [C7]
[G] [C] [C7]Alone Alone Alone Alone....
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We were sta[G]nding
[C]
[D]Standing by peaceful wa[G]ters
[D]Standing by peaceful wa[G]ters
W[C]hoa Wah [D]Oh Wha [G]Oh
W[C]hoa Wah [D]Oh Wha [G]Oh
W[C]hoa Wah [D]Oh Wha [G]Oh
Pe[C]aceful waters
[D]
St[G]anding by peaceful waters
[C] [D]
Aah b[G]aby, w[C]e gotta go now
[D]
[G] [C] [D] [G](Repeat and Fade....)
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{t:Humidity Built The Snowman}
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[A] [E] [A] [E]
[A] [E] [A] [E]
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D[A]oes he still think about h[E]er
[A]Why there was never really any do[E]ubt
E[A]very time he lights a can[E]dle
[A]Or blows a candle o[E]ut
[D]The scientific n[E]ature of the ord[A]inary m[D]an
Is to [A]go on out and [E]do the best you c[A]an
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I [D]don't think that you know
That [A]I think you don't know
That o[D]ld barometer goes crazy baby
Every t[A]ime it starts to s[E]now
[A]You won't find me walking
[D]Round your part of town
Humdity built the sno[A]wman
Su[E]nshine brought him d[A]own
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[A] [E] [A] [E]
[A] [E] [A] [E]
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The s[D]cientific na[E]ture of the or[A]dinary m[D]an
Is [A]to go on out and [E]do the best you c[A]an
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[G] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
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Now [G]we must hide, to b[D]e alone,
And we c[A]an't say our sweet things on the te[D]lephone.
If w[G]e can't stop, what we[D]'ve begun,
We should s[A]ay goodbye and go back home when the d[D]ay is done.
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{t:Quit Hollerin' At Me}
{st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)}
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[F#m]
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[F#m]I don't want your big French Fry
I don't want your car
I don't want to buy no soap
>From no washed-up movie star
Y[Bm]ou are so much louder
Than the show I wanna hear
With your s[F#m]ugarless gum
Gee, but I'm dumb
Non-alcoholic beer
It's en[Bm]ough to make a grown man
Blow [E]up his own TV
Quit hollerin' at [F#m]me
Quit hollerin' at me
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[E]
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[A]Bigger than me
[D]
[A]Bigger than you
[D]
[A]Bigger than the hippo
[D]
[A]Down at the zoo
[D]
[A]Thin is in
[D]
[A]Stout is out
[D]
[A]Big fat love
[D]
[A]Is what I'm talking about
[D]
She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve
[D]
She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve
[D]
B[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve
[D]
She got b[G]ig f[D]at lo[A]ve
[D]
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[A] [D] [A] [D]
[A] [D] [A] [D] [A]
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{define: E6 base-fret 1 frets 0 2 2 1 2 0}
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{t:Same Thing Happened To Me}
{st:(John Prine/Gary Nicholson)}
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[E] [B7] [E]
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M[E]oonlight shining on the back of my hand
Cat Fight rattlin' the garbage can
L[A]ooks like somethin' chased you up a tr[E]ee
S[B7]ame thing, same thing happened to [E]me
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[E] [A] [E] [B7] [E]
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S[E]hoe shine someone's got to tell ya the news
A fine line separates a boy from the blues
L[A]ooks like you could use some comp[E]any
S[B7]ame thing, same thing happened to [E]me
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[D] [A] [D] [G] [A] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C]
[G]
[G] [A] [D]
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[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
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{t:He Forgot It Was Sunday}
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G C D G C Am D G
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On a [G]dusty pew in a ves[C]tibule
Sits the [D]Devil playing po[G]cket pool
He's waiting for the [C]next poor [Am]fool
Who for[D]got that it was [G]Sunday
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G C D G C Am D G
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He for[Am]got that [D]it was [G]Sunday [Am] [D] [G]
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G C D G C Am D G
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B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|-------
G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0-----
D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------
A|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------
E|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------
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On a [G]dusty pew in a ves[C]tibule
Sits the ole Red [D]Devil playing po[G]cket pool
He's waiting for the [C]next poor [Am]fool
Who for[D]got that it was [G]Sunday
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G C D G C Am D G
E|---|-3-2-|-2-0-|-0--|-2-0-|-0------|-3-2-|-2-0-|---|---|-----|-------
B|---|-----|-----|----|-----|----3-3-|-----|-----|---|-3-|-----|-------
G|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|-2-|---|-4-2-|-0-----
D|---|-----|-----|----|-----|--------|-----|-----|---|---|-----|-------
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And the old men why there're sittin' 'round their cracker barrels
And the children yeah they're out hummin' those Christmas Carols
And all those ole rusty train tracks
They're running parallel
But they'll all meet up one day (Fade...)
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{t:I Love You So Much It Hurts}
{st:(Floyd Tillman)}
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[F] [B7] [C] [A7]
[D7] [G] [C] [G]
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I love you [C]so much it hurts me
Darlin', th[D]at's why I'm so blue
I'm so afr[G]aid to go to bed at night
Afraid of losing y[C]ou [G]
I love you s[C]o much it hurts me
And there's no[D]thing I can do
I want to h[F]old you, my d[B7]ear
Fore[C]ver and e[A7]ver
I love you [D7]so much it hu[G]rts me s[C]o [G]
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[C] [D] [G] [C] [G]
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I love you s[C]o much it hurts me
And there's no[D]thing I can do
I want to h[F]old you, my d[B7]ear
Fore[C]ver and e[A7]ver
I love you [D7]so much it hu[G]rts me s[C]o
I want to h[F]old you, my d[B7]ear
Fore[C]ver and e[A7]ver
I love you [D7]so much it hu[G]rts me s[C]o
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{cb:--End of "Lost Dogs And Mixed Blessings" by John Prine--}
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Song : Donald And Lydia (Mod.not to slow 3/4 timing)
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 fininshed , there was nothing to say
C G7 C C7
'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away
(repeat chorus)
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G D C G
When I woke up this morning, things were lookin' bad
C G D G
seems like total silence is the only friend I have
D C G C G
a bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down... and won
D C G C G
and it was twelve o'clock before I realized that I was havin' no fun
{chorus}
D G C D G
but fortunately I have the key to escape reality
step up to) C G
and you may see me tonight with an illegal smile
D G
it don't cost very much, but it lasts a long while
(step up to) C G
won't you please tell the man I didn't kill anyone
D C G
no I was just tryin' to have me some fun
G D C G
last time I checked my bankroll, well it was gettin' thin
C G D G
sometimes it seems like the bottom is the only place I've been
D C G C G
chased a rainbow down a one-way street... dead end
D C G C G
and all my friends turned out to be insurance salesmen
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G D C G
I sat down in my closet with all my overalls
C G D G
just tryin' to get away from all the years inside these walls
D C G C G
dreamed the police heard everything I thought... what then?
D C G C G
well I went to court and the judge's name was Hoffman
{repeat chorus}
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