歌手: John Prine
时长: 04:00
Christmas In Prison - John Prine[00:00:00]
Written by:John Prine[00:00:02]
It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good[00:00:48]
We has turkey and pistols carved out of wood[00:00:52]
I dream of her always even when I don't dream[00:00:59]
Her name's on my tongue and her blood's in my stream[00:01:04]
Wait a while eternity[00:01:09]
Old mother nature's got nothin' on me[00:01:14]
Come to me run to me come to me now[00:01:20]
Well rollin' my sweetheart[00:01:24]
Well flowin' by God[00:01:27]
She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire[00:01:53]
Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire[00:01:59]
Her heart is as big as this whole Goddamn jail[00:02:05]
And she's sweeter than saccharine at a drug store sale[00:02:09]
Wait a while eternity[00:02:15]
Old mother nature's got nothin' on me[00:02:20]
Come to me run to me come to me now[00:02:26]
Well rollin' my sweetheart[00:02:31]
Well flowin' by God[00:02:33]
The search light in the big yard turns 'round with the gun[00:03:03]
And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun[00:03:07]
It's Christmas in prison there'll be music tonight[00:03:14]
I'll probably get homesick I love you good night[00:03:19]
Wait a while eternity[00:03:24]
Old mother nature's got nothin' on me[00:03:28]
Come to me run to me come to me now[00:03:35]
Well rollin' my sweetheart[00:03:39]
Well flowin' by God[00:03:42]