Christmas In Prison Lyrics - Souvenirs - 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 awhile eternity 

Old mother nature's got nothin' on me 

Come to me 

Run to me 

Come to me, now 

We're rolling 

My sweetheart 

We're flowing 

By God 

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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 rolling 

My sweetheart 

We're flowing 

By God 

Photos 

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 awhile eternity 

Old mother nature's got nothin' on me 

Come to me 

Run to me 

Come to me, now 

We're rolling 

My sweetheart 

We're flowing 

By God