Christmas In Prison
John Prine
Intro:
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[G]It was Christmas in prison and the f[C]ood was real good
We had tu[G]rkey and pistols carved out of w[D7]ood
And I dr[G]eam of her always even w[C]hen I don't dream
Her n[G]ame's on my tongue and her bl[D]ood's in my st[G]ream
Chorus:
W[D]ait awhile et[C]erni[G]ty
O[C]ld Mother Nature's got not[G]hing on [D]me
Co[G]me to me. Run to me. C[C]ome to me now.
We're ro[G]lling my sweetheart. We're fl[D]owing by G[G]od.
Instrumental:
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[G]She reminds me of a chess game with so[C]meone I admire
Or a pic[G]nic in the rain after a paririe f[D7]ire
Her he[G]art is a big as this wh[C]ole damn jail
And she's sw[G]eeter than saccharine at a dr[D]ug store s[G]ale
Repeat Chorus:
Instrumental:
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T[G]he search light in the big yard swings 'ro[C]und with the gun
And spot[G]lights the snowflakes like the dust in the [D7]sun
It's Chr[G]istmas in prison There'll be m[C]usic tonight
I'll pr[G]obably get homesick I lo[D]ve you. Good N[G]ight.
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