Christmas in Prison is a song originally by John Prine, released on his 1973 album Sweet Revenge. It has been covered by the Mountain Goats during at least one live show.
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It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good We had turkey and pistols made out of wood And I dream of her always even when I don't dream And 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 by Jesus We're rolling right now 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 saccharine at a grocery 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 by Jesus We're rolling right now Well the searchlight in the big yard swings round with the gun And the spot lights snowflakes like the dust in the sun And It's Christmas in prison, there'll be red and green lights And 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 by Jesus We're flowing by God