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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&#39;t dream
her name&#39;s on my tongue and her blood&#39;s in my strings
Wait a while eternity
old mother nature&#39;s got nothin&#39; on me
come to me, run to me, come to me now
i&#39;m rollin&#39; my sweetheart
i&#39;m flowin&#39; 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&#39;s sweeter than saccharine at a drug store sale
Wait a while eternity
old mother nature&#39;s got nothin&#39; on me
come to me, run to me, come to me now
i&#39;m rollin&#39; my sweetheart
i&#39;m flowin&#39; by god
The search light in the big yard turns &#39;round with the gun
and spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun
it&#39;s christmas in prison there&#39;ll be music tonight
i&#39;ll probably get homesick, i love you, good night
Wait a while eternity
old mother nature&#39;s got nothin&#39; on me
come to me, run to me, come to me now
i&#39;m rollin&#39; my sweetheart
i&#39;m flowin&#39; by god

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