Christmas in Leavenworth
Through the bars the searchlights shine, shine, shine
This time of year always brings us further down
We’re doin’ twenty-five to life
There are no Christmas trees, or wreaths, or even lights
There are no Christmas bells to chime, chime, chime
There is no Santa Claus, there is no Jesus Christ
Sometimes I wonder if there ever was
We lie awake each night and tell each other stories about home
The families all-together, parties, presents, food and all the kids
Laughing, running, jumping on their faces smiles from ear to ear
It kind of makes us all wonder how we ended up here
Spider, Modine, Bo and Peach, and Henry Brown
Even without jail their folks wouldn’t want them around
For the rest of us Christmas here is Hell
And thoughts of home are all that warm this chilly cell
Isaac is a little slow to understand
His heart of gold is more a child’s than a man's
How he ended up in here no one will say
But God, help him anyway
His folks sent him a package a while ago
A little Christmas town in a ball of glass
Every Christmas eve he winds it up a hundred times
And as I sleep those Christmas songs run through my mind
