Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Christmas in Prison, artist - Hiss Golden Messenger. Date of issue: 24.10.2019
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 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 saccharin |
| 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 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 |
| 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! |