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John Prine

Christmas In Prison(Chords)

John Prine

Key: G
       G 
It was Christmas in prison 
        C 
And the food was real good 
       G 
We had turkey and pistols 
              D 
Carved out of wood 
      G 
And I dream of her always 
     C      
Even when I don't dream 
    G 
Her name's on my tongue 
        D             G 
And her blood's in my stream 
 
D C G Wait awhile eternity C G D Old mother nature's got nothing on me G C G Come to me, run to me, come to me, now G D G 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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