Skydiggers - Christmas in prison

It was Christmas in prison and the ^Cfood was real good We had ^Gturkey and pistols carved out of ^Dwood And I ^Gdream of her always, even ^Cwhen I don't dream Her ^Gname's on my tongue and her ^Dblood's in my ^Gstream

^DWait awhile ^Ceterni^Gty ^COld Mother ^GNature's got nothing on ^Dme ^GRun to me, come to me ^CRun to me now We're ^Grolling my sweetheart We're ^Dflowing by ^Ggod

She reminds me of a chess game with some^Cone I admire Or a ^Gpicnic in the rain after a prairie ^Dfire And her ^Gheart is as big as this ^Cwhole goddamn jail And she's ^Gsweeter than saccharin at a ^Ddrug store ^Gsale

^DWait awhile ^Ceterni^Gty ^COld Mother ^GNature's got nothing on ^Dme ^GRun to me, come to me ^CRun to me now We're ^Grolling my sweetheart We're ^Dflowing by ^Ggod

Well, the ^Gsearchlight in the big yard rolls ^Cround with the gun And the ^Gspotlights in the snowflakes, like dust in the ^Dsun Well, it's ^GChristmas in prison, there'll be ^Cmusic tonight And I'll ^Gprobably get homesick, I ^Dlove you, good^Gnight

^DWait awhile ^Ceterni^Gty ^COld Mother ^GNature's got nothing on ^Dme ^GRun to me, come to me ^CRun to me now We're ^Grolling my sweetheart We're ^Dflowing by ^Ggod ^GRun to me, come to me ^CRun to me now We're ^Grolling my sweetheart We're ^Dflowing by ^Ggod