Christmas in Prison

It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good

We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood

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

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

Wait a while, eternity

Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me

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

I'm rolling my sweetheart, I'm 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 saccharine at a drug store sale

Wait a while, eternity

Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me

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

I'm rolling my sweetheart, I'm flowing, by God

The search light in the big yard turns round with the gun

And spotlights 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, good night

Wait a while, eternity

Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me

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

I'm rolling my sweetheart, I'm flowing, by God