We had Christmas in prison The food was real good We had turkey and pistols Carved out of wood And I dreamed of her always Even when I don't feel her Name on my tongue And her blood in my stream She reminds me of a chess game With someone I admire I had picnic in the rain After a fire Her heart is as big As this whole goddamn jail She's sweeter than sachrine Wait a while, eternity Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me Oh, come to me, run to me Come to me, oh, it's Christmas in prison Don't I just know? The searchlight in the big yard Goes round with the gun And spotlights the snowflakes Like dust in the sun It's Christmas in prison There'll be music tonight I'll probably get homesick I love you. Goodnight Wait a while, eternity Old Mother Nature's got nothing on me Oh, come to me, run to me Come to me, oh, it's Christmas in prison Don't I just know?