Christmas in Prison Lyrics
by John Prine
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 dont dream
Her names on my tongue And her bloods in my stream.
Chorus:
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me, Run to me
Come to me, now
Were rolling My sweetheart
Were flowing By god
(Repeat Intro)
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 shes sweeter than saccharine At a drug store sale.
(Chorus)
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me, Run to me
Come to me, now
Were rolling My sweetheart
Were flowing By god
(Repeat Intro)
The search light in the big yard Swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes Like the dust in the sun
Its christmas in prison Therell be music tonight
Ill probably get homesick I love you. goodnight.
(Chorus)
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me, Run to me
Come to me, now
Were rolling My sweetheart
Were flowing By god
Peter corrected this not sgseidel
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