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    3 Timeless John Prine Songs that Continue to Teach Us the Art of Songwriting

    By Jacob Uitti,

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    It’s likely that John Prine is your favorite songwriter’s favorite songwriter. The Maywood, Illinois-born artist could seemingly do more with an acoustic guitar and a pad of paper than just about anyone. Simple and clean, there was a purity to his work that came out in every lyrical line, every guitar-chord strum.

    As a result, many of his songs remain timeless—including these three below—and listening to them is like a graduate course in learning how to write. Where should a chord change be? How should the pre-chorus sound? What about vocal inflections? Well, it’s all there in his word.

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    Here, we wanted to explore three such songs that continue to not only entertain but enlighten and teach, too. Indeed, these are three timeless John Prine songs that continue to teach us about the art of songwriting.

    [RELATED: John Prine: The American Songwriter Interview]

    “Angel from Montgomery” from John Prine (1971)

    Piano and organ blend into subtle percussion and John Prine begins to sing about the life of an older woman near the end of her life. What does she want? To be free. To have an angel come down and let her escape from her life, if just for a short time. The hardships of life are everywhere but to escape with the divine—now that’s something to wish for. And Prine’s song explicates this feeling perfectly, and as a result has been covered countless times, from Dave Matthews to John Denver to Bonnie Raitt. On the track he sings,

    I am an old woman

    Named after my mother

    My old man is another

    Child who’s grown old

    If dreams were lightning

    And thunder were desire

    This old house would’ve burned down

    A long time ago

    Make me an angel

    That flies from Montgomery

    Make me a poster

    Of an old rodeo

    Just give me one thing

    That I can hold on to

    To believe in this livin’

    Is just a hard way to go

    “Sam Stone” from John Prine (1971)

    Another from Prine’s 1971 self-titled debut LP, this song, which Prine wrote after getting out of the army in the 1960s, is about another army man whose nerves are shattered, has shrapnel in his knee, and is still affected by drugs. The Purple Heart winner is stricken with addiction and must deal with the sad malaise that comes when you get back from a conflict like Vietnam. It’s a lovely portrait of a downtrodden American, highlighted by Prine’s country voice and finger-picked guitar. On it he sings,

    Sam Stone’s welcome home

    Didn’t last too long

    He went to work when he’d spent his last dime

    And Sammy took to stealing

    When he got that empty feeling

    For a hundred dollar habit without overtime

    And the gold rolled through his veins

    Like a thousand railroad trains

    And eased his mind in the hours that he chose

    While the kids ran around wearin’ other peoples’ clothes

    There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes

    Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose

    Little pitchers have big ears

    Don’t stop to count the years

    Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios

    “Christmas in Prison” from Sweet Revenge (1973)

    While this song isn’t necessarily about being in an actual prison, it’s about that feeling. And then December 25 rolls around and you’re supposed to feel joyous and happy but you’re still stuck where you are. It’s a feeling so many know, despite trying to find cheer at the end of the year. As a result, it’s a song so many can relate to, not for saccharine cheer but for real grit. And Prine adds a little escape hatch in the song—if only the singer could connect with his true love. That would turn the prison into something much better. He sings,

    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

    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

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