Christmas in Prison Lyrics
What Are The Lyrics For Christmas in Prison By 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 name's on my tongue And her blood's in my stream Wait awhile 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 Wait awhile 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 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 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
Who Wrote Christmas in Prison By John Prine? John Prine
What's The Duration Of The Christmas in Prison By John Prine? The duration of Christmas in Prison is 3:13 minutes and seconds.

Christmas in Prison