Christmas In Prison Chords by John Prine

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It was Christmas in prison [C] and the food was real good.
We [G] had turkey and pistils _ carved out [A] of [D] wood.
_ _ _ And I [G] dream of her always, [C] even when I don't dream.
[G] Her name's on my tongue [D] and her blood's in my [G] stream.
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_ Wait a while, [C] _ _ _
[G] eternity.
_ _ [C] Old mother _ nature's [G] got nothing [D] on me. _
_ _ _ [G] Come to me, run to [C] me, come to me now, [G] we're rolling.
My sweetheart, [D]
we're flowing by [G] God. _ _ _
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She reminds me of a chess game [C] with someone
at my [G] whore picnic in the rain.
After a [D] prairie fire, _ _ _ [G] her heart is as big as [C] this whole goddamn
jail, and [G] she's sweeter than saccharine [D] at a drugstore [G] _ sale.
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Wait a while, [C] _ _ [G]
eternity.
_ _ [C] Old mother _ nature's got [G] nothing [D] on me. _ _
_ _ [G] _ Come to me, run to me, [C] come to me now, [G] we're rolling.
My sweetheart, [D] we're flowing by [G] God. _ _ _ _
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The searchlight in the big [Em] yard swings [C] around
with the gun [G] and the spotlights, the snowflakes,
lights of dust in [D] the sun.
_ _ _ _ [G] It's Christmas in prison.
_ [C] There'll be music tonight.
_ [G] I'll probably get homesick.
[D] I love you.
[G] Good night.
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Wait _ a [C] while, _ [G] eternity.
_ _ _ [C] Old mother _ nature's [G] got nothing [D] on me. _
_ _ _ [G] _ Come to me, run to me, [C] come to me now, [G] we're rolling.
My sweetheart, [D] we're flowing by [G] God. _ _ _
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