Christmas In Prison
John Prine, Bright Eyes
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It was Christmas in prison, the food was real good We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood I dream of her always, even when I don't dream Her name's on my tongue and her blood's in my stream Wait awhile, eternity Old mother nature's got nothing on me So 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 saccharin at a drug store sale Wait awhile, eternity Old mother nature's got nothing on me Ah, come to me, run to me, come to me now We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God Man, oh, man, I just love Christmas It's just so darn neat I kinda wish every day was Christmas Except for, Christmas Eve And uh, the fourth of July We wouldn't wanna miss out on the fireworks, would we? When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalogue From Montgomery Ward's in Chicago Sometimes we'd get it as early as late August That was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax So I'd make up a different Christmas list every night From the first of September 'til the twenty-fourth of December Matter of fact, let me present you my Christmas credentials When I was three years old, at least that's what my mother told me I ate an entire ornament, I ate a big red one I thought was an apple They kinda freaked out and was gonna take me to the hospital But they couldn't stop me from laughing, so, they just left me alone So I guess I've still got that Christmas in me all the time, ya know? Then there was the year that my ma and dad gave me my first guitar Aw man, it was gorgeous, I've still got the thing It was a, like aqua blue, kinda dark aqua blue With a cream colored heart, it was a silver-tongue from Montgomery Ward's The model was called Kentucky Blue And man, when I saw that sitting under the tree, I just couldn't wait First year or so, I didn't know how to play it I'd just stand in front of the mirror With a string around my neck and that guitar And I tried to look like Elvis Then my brother Dave taught me a couple of chords And now I'm here in your living room singing and talkin' to ya It's funny how things work out So uh, why don't you go find a stranger, extend your hand to 'em If you see somebody looks like they ain't doing quite as well as you Slip 'em a buck, especially if they don't ask for spare change Go buy your honey a cuckoo-clock or a musical snow shakin' water ball And when you wind it up it plays I want you, I need you, I love you with all my heart 'Cause after all, yeah man, it's Christmas The searchlight in the big yard swings 'round like a gun And the spotlights, the snowflakes, like dust in the sun It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight And I'll probably get homesick, I love you, goodnight Wait awhile, eternity Old mother nature's got nothing on me So come to me, run to me, come to me now We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
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