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?