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 awhile, 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 damn jail
And she's sweeter than saccharin, at a drug store sale

Wait awhile, 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 spotlights the snowflakes, like the dust in the sun
It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight
I'll probably get homesick, I love you, goodnight

Wait awhile, 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