Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore
By John Prine

        G                              C
While digesting Reader's Digest in the back of the dirty book store
  D                                                 G
A plastic flag with gum on the back fell out on the floor
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Well, I picked it up and I ran outside, slapped on my windowshield
       D                                                   G
And if I could see old Betsy Ross, I’d tell her how good I feel

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         C                             G
But your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore
          D                           G 
They're already overcrowded from your dirty little wars
    C                                            G
Now Jesus don't like killin', no matter what the reason for
         D                                       G
And your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore


Well, I went to the bank this morning and the cashier he said to me,
If you join the Christmas club we'll give you ten of them flags for free
Well, I didn't mess around a bit, I took her up on what she said
And I stuck them stickers all over my car and one on my wife's forehead

Chorus

Well, I got my windowshield so filled with flags I couldn't see
So, I ran the car upside a curb and right into a tree
By the time they got a doctor down, I was already dead
And I'll never understand why the man standing in the Pearly Gates said

Chorus