John Prine

John Prine - Christmas in prison lyrics

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It was Christmas in prison
and the food was real good
we had turkey and pistols carved out of wood
I dream of her always
even when I don’t dream
her name’s on my tongue
and her blood’s in my stream


Wait awhile eternity
old Mother Nature’s got nothin’ on me
come to me, run to me, come to me now
we’re rollin’ my sweetheart
we’re flowin’ 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

Wait awhile eternity
old Mother Nature’s got nothin’ on me
come to me, run to me, come to me now
we’re rollin’ my sweetheart
we’re flowin’ by God!

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, Good night



Wait awhile eternity
old Mother Nature’s got nothin’ on me
come to me, run to me, come to me now
we’re rollin’ my sweetheart
we’re flowin’ by God!
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Author: John Prine

Composer: ?

Publisher: Raven Records Pty Limited

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Released in: 1973

Language: English

Translations: Italian

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