Christmas In Prison - John Prine Chords
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G C
It was Christmas in prison And the food was real good
G D
We had turkey and pistols Carved out of wood
G C
And I dream of her always Even when I dont dream
G D G
Her names on my tongue And her bloods in my stream.
D C G
Wait awhile eternity
C G D
Old mother natures got nothing on me
G
Come to me, Run to me
C
Come to me, now
G
Were rolling My sweetheart
D G
Were flowing By god
G C
She reminds me of a chess game With someone I admire
G D
Or a picnic in the rain After a prairie fire
G C
Her heart is as big As this whole goddamn jail
G D G
And shes sweeter than saccharine At a drug store sale.
D C G
Wait awhile eternity
C G D
Old mother natures got nothing on me
G
Come to me, Run to me
C
Come to me, now
G
Were rolling My sweetheart
D G
Were flowing By god
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