We had Christmas in prisonnThe food was real goodnWe had turkey and pistolsnCarved out of woodnnAnd I dreamed of her alwaysnEven when I don't feel hernName on my tonguenAnd her blood in my streamnnShe reminds me of a chess gamenWith someone I admirenI had picnic in the rainnAfter a firennHer heart is as bignAs this whole goddamn jailnShe's sweeter than sachrinenWait a while, eternitynOld Mother Nature's got nothing on mennOh, come to me, run to menCome to me, oh, it's Christmas in prisonnDon't I just know?nnThe searchlight in the big yardnGoes round with the gunnAnd spotlights the snowflakes nLike dust in the sunnnIt's Christmas in prisonnThere'll be music tonightnI'll probably get homesicknI love you. Goodnight.nnWait a while, eternitynOld Mother Nature's got nothing on me.nOh, come to me, run to menCome to me, oh, it's Christmas in prisonnDon't I just know?n