G5 It was Christmas in prison C5 And the food was real good G5 We had turkey and pistols D5 Carved out of wood G5 And I dream of her always C5 Even when I don't dream G5 Her name's on my tongue D5 G5 And her blood's in my stream D5 C5 G5 Wait awhile eternity C5 G5 D5 Old mother nature's got nothing on me G5 C5 G5 Come to me, run to me, come to me, now G5 D5 G5 We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing by God She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire Her heart is as big as this whole goddamn jail And she's sweeter than saccharine at a drug store sale. Chorus The search light in the big yard swings round with the gun And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight I'll probably get homesick, I love you. Goodnight. Chorus