Christmas in Prison Songtext
von Damien Robitaille

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 nothing on me
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 saccharine at a drug store sale


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!

The search light in the big yard swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes like dust in the sun
It′s Christmas in prison, there'II be music tonight
I′ll probably get homesick
I love you
Goodnight

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!