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It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good |
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We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood |
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And I dream of her always even when I don't dream |
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Her name's on my tongue, her blood's in my stream |
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Wait awhile, eternity |
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Ole Mother Nature's got nothing on me |
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Come to me, run to me, come to me now |
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We're rolling my sweetheart, we're flowing by God |
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She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire |
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Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire |
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Her heart is as big as this whole goddamn jail |
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And she's sweeter than saccharine at a drugstore sale |
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Wait awhile, eternity |
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Ole Mother Nature's got nothing on me |
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Come to me, run to me, come to me now |
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We're rolling my sweetheart, we're flowing by God |
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The searchlight in the bigyard swings 'round with the gun |
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And spotlights the snowflakes like dust in the sun |
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It's Christmas in prison there'll be music tonight |
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I'll probably get homesick, I love you, good night |
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Wait awhile, eternity |
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Ole Mother Nature's got nothing on me |
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Come to me, run to me, come to me now |
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We're rolling my sweetheart, we're flowing by God |
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