Christmas In Prison

by Neil McSweeney

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released December 18, 2013

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Track Name: 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 a while 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
And her heart is as big
As this whole goddamn jail
She's sweeter than saccharine
At a drug store sale

Wait a while 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 dust in the sun
It's Christmas in prison
There'll be music tonight
I'll probably get homesick
I love you, goodnight

Wait a while 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