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