Christmas In Prison lyrics - Bright Eyes (feat. John Prine)

It was Christmas in prison, the food was real good

We had 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 stream

Wait awhile, eternity

Old mother nature's got nothing on me

So come to me, run to me, come to me now

We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, 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 saccharin at a drug store sale

Wait awhile, eternity

Old mother nature's got nothing on me

Ah, come to me, run to me, come to me now

We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God

The searchlight in the big yard swings 'round like a gun

And the spotlights, the snowflakes, like the dust in the sun

It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight

And I'll probably get homesick, I love you, goodnight

Wait awhile, eternity

Old mother nature's got nothing on me

So come to me, run to me, come to me now

We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God