We stood in a long line waitin' for the door be unlocked Out in the cold wind, round the razor wire fenced in cell block Young mamas with babies, sisters and other kinds of kin At Tallulah State Prison on Thanksgiving Day We're waiting to get in
You gotta get here early It dont 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 dont smile Grammy and me in line, silently waitin' single file
Thanksgiving at the prison, surrounded by families Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully Sometimes love aint easy, sometimes love aint 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 theyre done she wipes their touch off her dress Stands tall and heads in
It's thanksgiving at the prison, surrounded by families Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully Even though it aint easy, even though it aint free Sometimes love aint easy, I guess love aint free.