Christmas in Prison

It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good

We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood

And I dream of her always, even when I don't dream

Her name's on my tongue and her blood's in my stream

Wait a while, eternity

Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me

Come to me, run to me, come to me now

We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing by God

She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire

Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire

Her heart is as big as this whole goddamn jail

She's sweeter than saccharin at a drugstore sale

Wait a while, eternity

Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me

Come to me, run to me, come to me now

We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing by God

The searchlight in the big yard swings 'round with the gun

And the spotlight's in the snowflakes like dust in the sun

It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight

I'll probably get homesick; I love you, goodnight

Wait a while, eternity

Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me

Come to me, run to me, come to me now

We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing by God