A D There’s a prison on route 41A E Home to my father, first cousin, and sonA D And I visit on every weekendA E A Not with my body but with prayers that I sendA D I’ve a reason for my absenteeA E And no lack of love for my dear familyA D And my savior is not Christ the LordA E A But one named Virginia who I live my life forE A Cuz I owe mine to herD A E And I’d rot in that prison for sureA If she'd tossed me asideD A E And not shown me the way to abideA D By decree, the law of the landA E So unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great auntA D Whom I’d most likely see every dayA E A If not for the righteous path Virginia laidA D There’s a prison on route 41A E Home to my mother, stepbrother, and sonA D And I’d tear down that jail by myselfA E A If not for Virginia who made me someone elseE A And I owe it all to herD A E And I’d rot in that prison for sureA If she'd tossed me asideD A E And not shown me the way to abideA D By the precepts of her purityA E So unlike the habits of my whole familyA D Whom I only see down on my kneesA E A In prayer by Virginia whom I live for to please
Prison On Route 41
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