John Prine
Christmas In Prison
[Verse 1]
It was Christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
[Verse 4]
Her heart is as big
As this whole goddamn jail
And she's sweeter than saccharin
At a drug store sale

[Chorus]
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
I'm flowing, by God

[Verse 5]
The searchlight in the big yard
Turns around with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes
Like the dust in the sun

[Verse 6]
It's Christmas in prison
There'll be music tonight
I'll probably get homesick
I love you, goodnight
[Chorus]
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