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 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 waitin' 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      It's 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