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.
 [bad word] 
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother nature's got nothing on [bad word] to [bad word] to [bad word] 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 [bad word] jail
And she's sweeter than saccharine
At a [bad word] store sale.

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.