[Verse 1]
It was Christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
It was Christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
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