Song | Christmas in Prison |
Artist | John Prine |
Album | Great Days: The John Prine Anthology |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Prine Music: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 don't dream | |
Her name's on my tongue | |
And her blood's in my stream. | |
Chorus: | |
Wait awhile eternity | |
Old 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 saccharine | |
At a drug store sale. | |
Chorus: | |
The search light in the big yard | |
Swings round with the gun | |
And spotlights the snowflakes | |
Like the dust in the sun | |
It's christmas in prison | |
There'll be music tonight | |
I'll probably get homesick | |
I love you. goodnight. | |
Chorus: |
Lyrics: John Prine Music: 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 don' t dream | |
Her name' s on my tongue | |
And her blood' s in my stream. | |
Chorus: | |
Wait awhile eternity | |
Old 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 saccharine | |
At a drug store sale. | |
Chorus: | |
The search light in the big yard | |
Swings round with the gun | |
And spotlights the snowflakes | |
Like the dust in the sun | |
It' s christmas in prison | |
There' ll be music tonight | |
I' ll probably get homesick | |
I love you. goodnight. | |
Chorus: |
Lyrics: John Prine Music: 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 don' t dream | |
Her name' s on my tongue | |
And her blood' s in my stream. | |
Chorus: | |
Wait awhile eternity | |
Old 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 saccharine | |
At a drug store sale. | |
Chorus: | |
The search light in the big yard | |
Swings round with the gun | |
And spotlights the snowflakes | |
Like the dust in the sun | |
It' s christmas in prison | |
There' ll be music tonight | |
I' ll probably get homesick | |
I love you. goodnight. | |
Chorus: |