Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
John Prine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Songwriter
Gary Nicholson
Gary Nicholson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Howie Epstein
Howie Epstein
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
You are so much louder than the show I wanna hear
With your sugarless gum, "gee, but I'm dumb" non-alcoholic beer
It's enough to make a grown man blow up his own TV
Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me
[Verse 2]
I heard you the first time, I heard myself say
Seems like the little woman is getting bigger every day
You don't have to tell the neighbors, a little silence ain't no sin
They already think my name is "Where in the hell you been?"
Louder, louder, louder, louder, louder constantly
Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me
[Refrain]
Whoa, sweet serenity
Whoa, quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
[Verse 3]
Ain't it great at the end of the day when there ain't no sound around?
Just me and the fence post staring each other down
Nothing but a big bunch of nothing driving me insane
'Cause there ain't no voice that's louder than the one inside my brain
Hey you, go on, go on and let me be
Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me
[Refrain]
Whoa, sweet serenity
Whoa, quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me, quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Written by: Gary Nicholson, John Prine
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