John Prine - Christmas in prison
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
It was GChristmas in prison and the Cfood was real good
We had Gturkey and pistols carved out of Dwood
And I Gdream of her always ,even Cwhen I don't dream
Her Gnames on my tongue and her Dbloods in my Gstream
[Chorus]
DWait a while CeterniGty
Cold Mother Nature's got Gnothing on Dme
GCome to me, run to me
CCome to me now
We're Grolling my sweetheart
We're Dflowing by GGod
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[Verse 2]
She Greminds me of a chess game with Csomeone I admire
Or a Gpicnic in the rain after a prairie Dfire
Her Gheart is as big as this Cwhole goddamn jail
And she Gsweeter than saccharin at a Ddrug store Gsale
[Chorus]
DWait awhile CeterniGty
COld Mother Nature's got Gnothing on Dme
GCome to me , run to me
CCome to me now
We're Grolling my sweetheart
We're Dflowing by Ggod
(Interlude)
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[Verse 3]
The Gsearch light in the big yard swings Cround with the gun
And the Gspotlights in the snowflakes,like the dust in the Dsun
It's GChristmas in prison, there'll be Cmusic tonight
I'll Gprobably get homesick, I Dlove you goodGnight
[Chorus]
DWait a while CeterniGty
COld Mother Nature's got Gnothing on Dme
GCome to me, run to me
CCome to me now
We're Grolling my sweetheart
We're Dflowing by GGod