Christmas In Prison

It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good

We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood

And I dream of her always even when I don't dream

Her name's on my toung, her blood's in my stream



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Wait awhile, eternity

Ole Mother Nature's got nothing on me

Come to me, run to me, come to me now

We're rolling my sweetheart, we're flowing by God!



She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire

Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire

Her heart is as big as this whole goddamn jail

And she's sweeter than sacharine at a drugstore sale



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The searchlight in the bigyard swings 'round with the gun

And spotlights the snowflakes like dust in the sun

It's Christmas in prison there'll be music tonight

I'll probably get homesick, I love you, good night



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