John Prine "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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |