John Prine - Christmas In Prison guitar chord

Christmas In Prison

By John Prine

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It was Christmas in prison

C

And the food was real good

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We had turkey and pistols

D

Carved out of wood

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And I dream of her always

C

Even when I don't dream

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Her name's on my tongue

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And her blood's in my stream

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Wait awhile eternity

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Old mother nature's got nothing on me

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Come to me, run to me, come to me, now

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We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing by God

She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire

Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire

Her heart is as big as this whole goddamn jail

And she's sweeter than saccharine at a drug store sale.

Chorus

The search light in the big yard swings round with the gun

And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun

It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight

I'll probably get homesick, I love you. Goodnight.

Chorus