Letra de Christmas in Prison
It was Christmas in prison, the food was real good We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood 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 awhile, eternity Old mother nature's got nothing on me So 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 prairiе fire Her heart is as big as this wholе goddamn jail And she's sweeter than saccharin at a drug store sale Wait awhile, 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 Man, oh man I just love Christmas It's just so darn neat I kinda wish everyday was Christmas Except for Christmas Eve And uh the Fourth of July We wouldn't want to miss out on those fireworks, would we When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalogue From Montgomery Ward's in Chicago Sometimes we'd get it as early as late August It was the big book of wishes, hopes, and desires My three brothers and I were allotted 25 bucks a piece Including tax So I'd make up a different Christmas list every night from The first of September to the 24th of December Matter of fact, let me present you my Christmas credentials When I was three years old, at least this is what my mother told me I ate an entire ornament -- I ate a big red one I thought it was an apple They kinda freaked out, dad was gonna take me to the hospital But they couldn't stop me from laughing, so They just left me alone So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time now Then there was the year that my ma and dad gave me my first guitar Ah man, it was gorgeous I still got the thing It was, uh, like aqua blue Kind of dark aqua blue With a cream colored heart It was a Silvertone from Montgomery Ward's The model was called Kentucky Blue And man, when I saw that sitting under the tree I just couldn't wait First year or so, I didn't know how to play it I'd just stand in front of the mirror with the string Around my neck with that guitar and try to look like Elvis Then my brother Dave taught me a couple chords Now I'm here in your living room Singing and talking to you, haha It's funny how things work out So, uh, why don't you go find a stranger, extend your hand to them You see somebody looks like uh They ain't doing quite as well as you Slip 'em a buck, specially if they don't ask for spare change Go buy your honey a cuckoo clock Or a musical snow-shaking water ball The one you wind it up it plays I want you, I need you, I love you, with all my heart 'Cause after all, Hell, man -- it's Christmas The searchlight in the big yard swings round like a gun And the spotlights the snowflakes like dust in the sun It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight And I'll probably get homesick, I love you, goodnight Wait awhile, 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