None of them
G
It was Christmas in prison
C
And the food was real good
G
We had turkey and pistols
D
Carved out of wood
G
And I dream of her always
C
Even when I don't dream
G
Her name's on my tongue
D G
And her blood's in my stream
D C G
Wait awhile eternity
C G D
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
G C G
Come to me, run to me, come to me, now
G D G
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
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