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It was Christmas in prison |
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And the food was real good |
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We had turkey and pistols |
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Carved out of wood |
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And I dream of her always |
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Even when |
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I don't dream |
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Her name's on my tongue |
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And her blood's in my stream |
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Wait awhile eternity |
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Old mother nature's got nothin' on me |
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Come to me |
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Run to meCome to me, now |
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We're rolling |
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My sweetheart |
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We're flowing |
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By GodShe reminds me of a chess game |
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With someone |
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I admireOr a picnic in the rain |
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After a prairie fire |
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Her heart is as big |
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As this whole goddamn jail |
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And she's sweeter than saccharine |
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At a drug store sale |
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Wait awhile eternity |
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Old mother nature's got nothin' on me |
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Come to me |
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Run to meCome to me, now |
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We're rolling |
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My sweetheart |
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We're flowing |
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By GodThe search light in the big yard |
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Swings round with the gun |
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And spotlights the snowflakes |
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Like the dust in the sun |
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It's Christmas in prison |
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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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Wait awhile eternity |
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Old mother nature's got nothin' on me |
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Come to me |
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Run to meCome to me, now |
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We're rolling |
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My sweetheart |
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We're flowing |
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By God |
