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
But my savior is not Christ the Lord
But one named Virginia whom I live my life for
And if I don't mind to her
I'd rot in that prison for sure
Yeah, she'd toss me aside
And I'd surely wait to die
By decree, law, or the land
So unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great aunt
Whom I'd most likely see every day
If not for the righteous grand Virginia's way
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 somebody else
And I owe it to her
I’d rot in that prison for sure
Yeah, she'd toss me aside
And show me the way to die
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
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