The Gregory Brothers - Christmas In Prison lyrics

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
I'm rolling
My sweetheart
I'm flowing
By God!
She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
And her heart is as big
As this whole old jail
And 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
I'm rolling
My sweetheart
I'm flowing
By God!

Wait awhile 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!
Now the searchlight in the big yard
Turns round with the gun
And it 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
I'm rolling
My sweetheart
I'm flowing
By God!