Artist Name
John Prine
Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore While dige[G]sting Reader's Digest In the ba[C]ck of a dirty book store, A pl[D7]astic flag, with gum on the back, Fell out on the fl[G]oor. Well, I picked it up and I ran outside Slapped on my windowshi[C]eld, And if [D7]I could see old Betsy Ross I tell her how good I f[G]eel. Chorus: But your f[C]lag decal won't get you Into He[G]aven any more. They're al[D7]ready overcrowded From your di[G]rty little w[G7]ar. Now Je[C]sus don't like killin' No matter w[G]hat the reason's for, And your f[D7]lag decal won't get you Into Heaven any m[G]ore. [Bb] [C] [D7] Well, I w[G]ent to the bank this morning And the cas[C]hier he said to me, "I[D7]f you join the Chrismas club We'll give you ten of them flags for fr[G]ee." Well, I didn't mess around a bit I t[G7]ook her up on what he s[C]aid. And I st[D7]uck them stickers all over my car And one on my wife's foreh[G]ead. Repeat Chorus: Well, I g[G]ot my windowshield so filled With flags I couldn't s[C]ee. So, I r[D7]an the car upside a curb And right into a tr[G]ee. By the time they got a doctor down [G]I was already d[C]ead. And I'll ne[D7]ver understand why the man Standing in the Pearly Gates sa[G]id... But your f[C]lag decal won't get you Into He[G]aven any more. We're al[D7]ready overcrowded From your di[G]rty little w[G7]ar. Now Je[C]sus don't like killin' No matter w[G]hat the reason's for, And your f[D7]lag decal won't get you Into Heaven any m[G]ore. [C] [G]