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 pistols _ carved out [A] of [D] 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 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,
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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 [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 [G] by God. _ _ _ _
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The searchlight in the big [Em] yard swings [C] around with the gun
[G] and the spotlights are snowflakes like the dust [A] 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] goodnight.
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Wait a while, [C] _
eternity.
[G] _ _ _ [C] Old Mother _ _ Nature's got [G] nothing on [D] me. _
_ _ _ _ [G] Come to me, run to [C] me, come to me now, [G] we're rolling.
My sweetheart, [D]
we're flowing [G] by God. _ _ _
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