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 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 waiting 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
Her hands tremble when they frisk her from 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
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
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