It was Christmas in prison   And the food was real good   We had turkey and pistols   Carved out of wood   And I dream of her always   Even when I don't dream   Her name's on my tongue   And her blood's in my stream      Wait awhile eternity   Old mother nature's got nothin' on me      Come to me   Run to me   Come to me, now   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      Wait awhile eternity   Old mother nature's got nothin' on me      Come to me   Run to me   Come to me, now   We're rolling   My sweetheart   We're flowing   By God      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      Wait awhile eternity   Old mother nature's got nothin' on me      Come to me   Run to me   Come to me, now   We're rolling   My sweetheart   We're flowing   By God