ฟังเพลงChristmas in Prison

Christmas in Prison - Christmas Classics/Jingle Bells/Mistletoe Holidays

It was Christmas in prison

And the food was real good

We had turkey 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

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 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 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