Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Christmas in Prison, artist - Christmas Eve. Album song Mistletoe Christmas Hits, in the genre Date of issue: 08.11.2015
Record label: Yuletide
Song language: English
Christmas in Prison |
| 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 strain. |
| Chorus: |
| Wait awhile Eternity, |
| ol' Mother Natures got nothing on me, |
| Come to me, run to me, come to me now, |
| We’re rolling my sweatheart, 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, |
| And her heart is as big as this whole ***damn jail, |
| She’s sweeter than saccarin at a drug store sale. |
| Chorus |
| Wait awhile Eternity, |
| ol' Mother Natures got nothing on me, |
| Come to me, run to me, come to me now, |
| We’re rolling my sweatheart, were flowing, by God. |
| The searchlight 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 |
| Wait awhile Eternity, |
| ol' Mother Natures got nothing on me, |
| Come to me, run to me, come to me now, |
| We’re rolling my sweatheart, were flowing, by God. |