时间：2007-01-01
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Thanksgiving (Album Version) - Mary Gauthier
Written by：Mary Gauthier
We stood in a long line waiting for the doors to be unlocked
Out in the cold wind round the razor wire fenced in cellblock
Young mamas with babies sisters and other kinds of kin
At Tallulah State Prison on Thanksgiving Day were waiting to get in
You gotta get here early it don't matter how many miles you drove
They make you wait for hours jailers always move slow
They run names check numbers
Gravel faced guards they don't smile
Grammy and me in line silently waiting single file
Thanksgiving at the prison surrounded by families
Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully
Sometimes love ain't easy sometimes love ain't free
My grammy looks so old now
Her hair is soft and white like the snow
And her hands tremble
When they frisk her from her head to her toes
They make her take her winter coat off then they frisk her again
When they're done she wipes their touch off her dress
Stands tall and heads in
Thanksgiving at the prison surrounded by families
Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully
Even though it ain't easy even though it ain't free
Sometimes love ain't easy I guess love ain't free
