Most of the seasonal tunes I here at this time of year make me nauseous, but I am humbug at heart. But there are some that do elicit a positive response in me. I'm sure others here have their own faves.
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Christmas in Prison ~ John Prine
It was Christmas in prison
and the food was real good
we had turkey and pistols
carved out of wood
and I dream of her always
even when I don't dream
her name's on my tongue
and her blood's in my stream.
Chorus:
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!
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.
Chorus:
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.
I cut John Prine's hair once.....he was in town for a music festival. Really nice guy.
I bow to you.......
Prine is one of my favorites. I've seen him perform numerous times even with Steve Goodman before his passing. He does seem to be a very down to earth guy.
That wasn't Merlefest was it?
Huh, I've never heard it referred to that way.I cut John Prine's hair once.....he was in town for a music festival. Really nice guy.
Huh, I've never heard it referred to that way.
If he wasn't assume he disappeared.
I guess the next thing to find out from Sunny is was he a big tipper?
Especially if his hair was cut anywhere near the roof.....If he wasn't assume he disappeared.
Especially if his hair was cut anywhere near the roof.....
Short back and sides.....oops!!Gives new meaning to a little off the top, wouldn't you say?
Well, it's not quicksand down there (thank God!), just regular, wet, sticky, hard beach. One doesn't disappear, except via microbic digestion over a period of, if one includes the bones, decades, of course.Especially if his hair was cut anywhere near the roof.....
That's in my top ten Christmas songs