Intro: 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 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 demand 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