Chords for John Prine 9-10-16: Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore

Hello [C] Chestnut, I drag this song out of mouth balls every four years when [D] we have a big election down [C] below in the US.
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When I first wrote this song I expected it to have a life of about all two months, you know.
Because I wrote it for a particular president [F#] back then.
_ [C] Damn, this thing's been going 45 years.
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I don't [C#] usually do a [C] disclaimer on my songs, but I want y'all to know [C#] that when I say [A#] you're a flaky gal, I mean [Dm] I'm [N] flaky too. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I mean, I'm the first flaky gal that might still get you a gal.
We [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ was like a [A] little bag of the dirty books, no.
[B] A plastic bag with a gun on the back, the [E] handle was closed.
I picked it up and ran outside, stepped out [Em] my window to see you.
[B] And if I could see you, I'd bet you'd run, but girl how could I feel?
[E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] But you're a flaky gal, I won't give you a gun anymore.
_ [B] Already over crap, [E] I can do it no more.
[A] Now Jesus don't like killing, [E] no matter what the reason's for.
And [B] you're a flaky gal, I won't get you into heaven anymore.
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_ _ [E] Well I went to the bank this morning, the cashier said to me,
[B] if you join the Christmas club we'll give you jellyflakes for free.
I didn't mess around a bit, I took a mother [A] when he said,
[B] and I snuck them stickers all over my car, and one on my wife's [E] forehead. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[G] But you're a [A] flaky gal, I won't get you [E] into heaven anymore.
[B] Already over crap, I'll [E] be dirty no more.
[A] Now Jesus don't like killing, no [E] matter what the reason's for.
[B] And you're a flaky gal, I won't get you into heaven anymore.
[G] _ _ [A] _ I was [B] just in there [Em] Jesus.
[E] I _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
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_ _ had my window shields filled with flak I couldn't [A] see.
So [B] I ran the car up the side of the curb, right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down, I was already dead.
[B] And I never understand why the man [C#] standing in the burglar [E] gate said to me,
come on, bring home. _ _ _ _ _
[A] But you're a flaky gal, I won't get you into [B] heaven anymore.
Already over crap, [E] I'll be dirty no more.
Now [A] Jesus don't like killing, [Em] no matter what [E] the reason's for.
And [B] you're a flaky gal, I won't get you into heaven _ _ anymore.
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