"Christmas In Prison" lyrics

It was Christmas in prison, 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 stream

Wait awhile, eternity
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
So 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
Ah, 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 like a gun
And the 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 awhile, eternity
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
So come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God