Christmas in Prison John Prine

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[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Wait awhile, 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 2]
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
[Chorus]
Wait awhile, 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
[Guitar Solo]