Chords for Amos Lee - Christmas In Prison (1 Mic 1 Take)

I'm Amos Lee and this is Christmas in Prison on one mic, one take.
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_ It was Christmas in prison and [Db] the food was real [Ab] good.
We had turkey and pestles carved out [Eb] of wood.
[Ab] I dream of her always, even [Db] when I [Fm] don't dream.
I [Ab] dream her name's on my tongue, _ [Eb] blood's in [Ab] my strain.
_ [Ebm] Wait a while, [Db] _ _
eternity.
[Ab] _ _ _ [Db] Old Mother Nature's [Ab] got nothing on [Eb] me. _
_ _ [Ab] _ Come to me, run to me, [Db] come to me, now [Ab] we're rolling.
My sweetheart, [Eb] we're flowing by [Ab] God.
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She [Ab] reminds me of a chess game [Db] with someone I [Ab] admire.
Or a picnic in the rain after a _ [Eb] prairie fire.
_ _ _ [Ab] Her heart is as big as [Db] this whole goddamn [Ab] jail.
She's sweeter than saccharine at a [Ebm] [Ab] drugstore sale.
_ _ [Eb] Wait a while, [Db] _ _ [Ab] eternity.
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Old Mother [Abm] Nature's got nothing on [Eb] me.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] Come to me, run to me, [Db] come to me, now [Ab] we're rolling.
My sweetheart, [Eb] we're flowing [Ab] by God.
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[Ab] The searchlight in the big yard [Db] swings around with the _ [Ab] guns and spotlights.
The snowflakes like dust in [Eb] the sun. _ _
_ [Abm] It's [Ab] Christmas in prison.
[Db] There'll be music [Fm] tonight.
[Ab] I'll probably get homesick.
[Eb] I love you, [Ab] goodnight. _
[Eb] Wait a [Ebm] [Db] while, _ _
[Ab] eternity.
_ [Db] Old Mother _ [Abm] Nature's got nothing [Eb] on me. _ _
_ _ [Ab] Come to me, run to me, [Db] come to me, [Bbm] now [Ab] we're flowing. _
My sweetheart, [Eb] we're rolling.
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_ [Db] _ _ My sweetheart, [G] we're flowing by [Ab] God. _ _ _ _ _
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