Christmas In Prison John Prine
It was [G]Christmas in prison And the [C]food was real good
We had [G]turkey and pistols Carved out of [D]wood
And I [G]dream of her always Even [C]when I dont dream
Her [G]names on my tongue And her [D]bloods in my [G]stream.
Chorus:
[D]Wait awhile [C]eterni[G]ty
[C]Old mother natures got [G]nothing on [D]me
[G]Come to me, Run to me
[C]Come to me, now
Were [G]rolling My sweetheart
Were [D]flowing By [G]god
(Repeat Intro)
She [G]reminds me of a chess game With [C]someone I admire
Or a [G]picnic in the rain After a prairie [D]fire
Her [G]heart is as big As this [C]whole goddamn jail
And shes [G]sweeter than saccharine At a [D]drug store [G]sale.
(Chorus)
[D]Wait awhile [C]eterni[G]ty
[C]Old mother natures got [G]nothing on [D]me
[G]Come to me, Run to me
[C]Come to me, now
Were [G]rolling My sweetheart
Were [D]flowing By [G]god
(Repeat Intro)
The [G]search light in the big yard Swings [C]round with the gun
And [G]spotlights the snowflakes Like the dust in the [D]sun
Its [G]christmas in prison Therell be [C]music tonight
Ill [G]probably get homesick I [D]love you. good[G]night.
(Chorus)
[D]Wait awhile [C]eterni[G]ty
[C]Old mother natures got [G]nothing on [D]me
[G]Come to me, Run to me
[C]Come to me, now
Were [G]rolling My sweetheart
Were [D]flowing By [G]god
Peter corrected this not sgseidel
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