Christmas in Prison Songtext
von The Boxmasters

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 names on my tongue and her bloods in my stream


Wait a while 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

The search light in the big yard swings around 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