It was Christmas in prison
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And the food was real good
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We had turkey and pistols
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Carved out of wood
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And I dream of her always
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Even when I don't dream
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Her name's on my tongue
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And her blood's in my stream.
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[Chorus:]
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Wait awhile eternity
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Old mother nature's got nothing on me
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Come to me
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Run to me
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Come to me, now
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We're rolling
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My sweetheart
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We're flowing
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By God!
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She reminds me of a chess game
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With someone I admire
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Or a picnic in the rain
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After a prairie fire
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Her heart is as big
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As this whole goddamn jail
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And she's sweeter than saccharine
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At a drug store sale.
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[Chorus]
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The search light in the big yard
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Swings round with the gun
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And spotlights the snowflakes
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Like the dust in the sun
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It's Christmas in prison
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There'll be music tonight
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I'll probably get homesick
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I love you. Goodnight.
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[Chorus]
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Christmas In Prison
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John Prine |