There´s a prison on route 41 Home to my father, first cousin, and son And I visit on every weekend Not with my body but with prayers that I send
I´ve a reason for my absentee And no lack of love for my dear family And my savior is not Christ the Lord But one named Virginia whom I live my life for
´Cause I owe mine to her And I´d rot in that prison for sure If she´d tossed me aside And not shown me the way to abide
By the creed, the law of the land Unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great aunt Whom I´d most likely see every day If not for the righteous path Virginia´s laid
There´s a prison on route 41 Home to my mother, stepbrother, and son And I´d tear down that jail by myself
If not for Virginia who made me someone else
And I owe all to her And I´d rot in that prison for sure If she´d tossed me aside And not shown me the way to abide
By the precepts of her purity So unlike the habits of my whole family Who I only see down on my knees In prayer by Virginia whom I live for to please
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