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 goddamn 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 search light in the big yard swings 'round with the gun
And the spot lights 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