It's Christmas in prison.
The food was real good.
We had turkey and pistols,
all carved out of wood.
And I dream of her nightly,
even when I don't dream.
And 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
The land is 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 spotlight in the big yard
swings round with the gun
And it spotlights the snowflakes
like the dust in the sun
It's Christmas in prison.
There'll be music tonight,
and 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
Come to me, run to me,
come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart,
we're flowing by God