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It was ChristGmas in prison
And the Cfood was real good
We had Gturkey and pistols
Carved out of Dwood
And I Gdream of her always
Even Cwhen I don't dream
Her Gname's on my tongue
And her Dblood's in my Gstream
DWait awhile CeternitGy
COld mother nature's got Gnothing on Dme
GCome to me, run to me, Ccome to me, now G
We're Grolling, my sweetheart, we're Dflowing by GGod
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 drug store sale.
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.
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