Christmas In Prison

John Prine

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Tom:
G C G D G [Verse 1]
G C It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good
G D We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood
G C And I dream of her always ,even when I don't dream
G D G Her names on my tongue and her bloods in my stream [Chorus]
D C G Wait a while eternity
C G D old Mother Nature's got nothing on me
G Come to me, run to me
C Come to me now
G We're rolling my sweetheart
D G We're flowing by God (Interlude)
C G D
G C G D G [Verse 2]
G C She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire
G D Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire
G C Her heart is as big as this whole goddamn jail
G D G And she sweeter than saccharin at a drug store sale [Chorus]
D C G Wait awhile eternity
C G D Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me
G Come to me , run to me
C Come to me now
G We're rolling my sweetheart
D G We're flowing by god (Interlude)
C G D
G C G D G [Verse 3]
G C The search light in the big yard swings round with the gun
G D And the spotlights in the snowflakes,like the dust in the sun
G C It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight
G D G I'll probably get homesick, I love you goodnight [Chorus]
D C G Wait a while eternity
C G D Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me
G Come to me, run to me
C Come to me now
G We're rolling my sweetheart
D G We're flowing by God
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Composição: John Prine

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