Christmas In Prison Chords by John Prine

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_ It was Christmas in prison and [C] the food was real good.
We [G] had turkey and pistols _ carved out [D] of wood.
_ _ And [G] I dream of her always, [C] even when I don't dream.
[G] Her name's on my tongue [D] and her blood's in [G] my strain. _
[D] Wait a _ [C] while, _ [G] eternity.
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[C] _ Oh, Mother Nature's [G] got nothing [D] on me. _
_ _ _ [G] Come to me, run to [C] me, come to me [Am] now, [G] we're rolling.
My sweetheart, [D] we're blowing [G] by God. _ _ _
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She reminds me of a chess game [C] with someone.
I [Am] admire [G] all a picnic in the rain.
After a [D] prairie fire, _ _ _ [G] her heart is as big as [C] this old goddamn jail.
And [G] she's sweeter than saccharine [D] at a drugstore [G] sale.
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Wait a _ [C] while, _ eternity.
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[C] Oh, Mother _ [G] Nature's 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 blowing [G] by God. _ _ _
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The searchlight in the big yard [C] swings round with the dawn [G] and spotlights.
_ Snowflakes like the 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.
_ [D] _ Wait a while, [C] _ _
[G] eternity.
_ [A] _ [C] Oh, Mother _ Nature's [Em] got nothing [D] on me.
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[G] Come to me, run to [C] me, come to me now, [G] we're rolling.
My sweetheart, [D] we're blowing [G] by God. _ _ _ _ _
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