Christmas In Prison-John Prine

歌手 : John Prine
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:13

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TXT Christmas In Prison-John Prine 文本歌词

Christmas In Prison (LP版) - John Prine
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 awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me
Run to me
Come to me now
Were rolling
My sweetheart
Were 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
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me
Run to me
Come to me now
Were rolling
My sweetheart
Were flowing
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 goodnight
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me
Run to me
Come to me now
Were rolling
My sweetheart
Were flowing
By god