by John Prine NOTE: I learned this off of The John Prine Anthology-Great Days, a highly recommended and imformative collection. I think I kept the keys the same as the record this time. y strain. Chorus: God. She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire, Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire, And her heart is as big as this whole ***damn jail, She's sweeter than saccarin at a drug store sale. Chorus The searchlight in the big yard swings round with the gun, And spotlight (allcountrytabs.com)