| 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 strain.
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| Chorus:
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| Wait awhile Eternity,
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| ol' Mother Natures 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 sweatheart, were flowing, by God.
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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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| And her heart is as big as this whole ***damn jail,
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| She’s sweeter than saccarin at a drug store sale.
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| Chorus
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| Wait awhile Eternity,
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| ol' Mother Natures 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 sweatheart, were flowing, by God.
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| The searchlight 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,
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| I love you, goodnight.
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| Chorus
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| Wait awhile Eternity,
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| ol' Mother Natures 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 sweatheart, were flowing, by God. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Christmas in Prison , by - The Hit Crew. Song from the album A Real Down Home Country Christmas, Vol. 4, in the genre