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 nothing on me Come to me Run to me Come to me now
We're going over the wall We're going over the wall
It was Christmas in prison There'll be music tonight I'll probably get homesick I love you, goodnight