Key: G
Introduction:
G
It was Christmas in prison
C
And the food was real good
G
We had turkey and pistols
D
Carved out of wood
G
And I dream of her always
C
Even when I don't dream
G
Her name's on my tongue
D G
And her blood's in my stream
D C G
Wait awhile eternity
C G D
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
G C G
Come to me, run to me, come to me, now
G D G
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing by God
She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire