Christmas In Prison - John Prine
Christmas

Intro:
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It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good
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We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood
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And I dream of her always even when I don't dream
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Her name's on my tongue and her blood's in my stream

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Wait awhile eternity
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Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me
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Come to me. Run to me. Come to me now
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We're rolling my sweetheart. We're flowing by God

Instrumental:
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She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire
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Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire
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Her heart is a big as this whole goddamn jail
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And she's sweeter than saccharine at a drug store sale

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Wait awhile eternity
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Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me
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Come to me. Run to me. Come to me now
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We're rolling my sweetheart. We're flowing by God

Instrumental:
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The search light in the big yard swings 'round with the gun
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And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun
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It's Christmas in prison  - There'll be music tonight
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I'll probably get homesick I love you. Good Night