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