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There´s a prison on route 41
Home to my father, first cousin, and son
And I visit 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
But my savior is not Christ the Lord
But one named Virginia whom I live my life for

And I owe mine to her
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
So unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great aunt
Whom I´d most likely see every day
If not for the righteous pair of Virginia´s legs

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
Whom I only see down on my knees
In prayer by Virginia whom I live for to please