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
She's sweeter than saccharine
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 spotlights 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!