Karaoké Christmas in Prison John Prine

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 a while 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 a while 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, goodnight

Wait a while 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