Hiss Golden Messenger - Christmas In Prison lyrics
[Hiss Golden Messenger - Christmas In Prison lyrics]
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 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
And she's sweeter than saccharin
At a drug store sale
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
The searchlight in the big yard
Turns around 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 nothing on me
Come to me, run to me come to me now
I'm rolling, my sweetheart
I'm flowing, by God