Christmas In Prison

John Prine

It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good

We has 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 strings



Wait a while eternity

Old Mother Nature's got nothin' on me

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

I'm rollin' my sweetheart

I'm 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

I'm rollin' my sweetheart

I'm flowin' by God



The search light in the big yard turns '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 a while eternity

Old Mother Nature's got nothin' on me

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

I'm rollin' my sweetheart

I'm flowin' by God

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