Christmas In Prison

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
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        D             G
And her blood's in my stream

D           C      G
Wait awhile eternity
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Old mother nature's got nothing on 
 D
me
G                      C         
Come to me, run to me, come to 
      G
me, now
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We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're
 D          G
 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