It was Christmas in prisonand the food was real goodwe had turkey and pistolscarved out of woodand I dream of her a
lwayseven when I don't dreamher name's on my tongueand her blood's in my stream.CHORUS:Wait awhile eternityold mother na
ture's got nothing on mecome to merun to mecome to me, nowwe're rollingmy sweetheartwe're flowingby God!CHORUSShe
reminds me of a chess gamewith someone I admireor a picnic in the rainafter a prairie fireher heart is as bigas this whole
goddamn jailand she's sweeter than saccharineat a drug store sale.CHORUSThe search light in the big yardswings round
with the gunand spotlights the snowflakeslike the dust in the sunit's Christmas in prisonthere'll be music tonightI'll pro
bably get homesickI love you. Goodnight.CHORUS