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 C Well, I picked it up and I ran outside, slapped on my windowshield D G And if I could see old Betsy Ross, Iād tell her how good I feel Chorus: 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