John Prine - Christmas In Prison lyrics

It was Christmas in prison

and 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 nothin’ on me

come to me, run to me, come to me now

we’re rollin’ my sweetheart

we’re flowin’ 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 saccharine

at a drug store sale

Wait awhile eternity

old Mother Nature’s got nothin’ on me

come to me, run to me, come to me now

we’re rollin’ my sweetheart

we’re flowin’ 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, Good night

Wait awhile eternity

old Mother Nature’s got nothin’ on me

come to me, run to me, come to me now

we’re rollin’ my sweetheart

we’re flowin’ by God!