There's a prison on Route 41
A 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
'Cause I owe mine to her
And I'd rot in that prison for sure
If she tossed me aside
And not show 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 somebody else
And I owe all to her
I’d rot in that prison for sure
If she tossed me aside
And not show 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
I hear the lyrics as:
There's a prison on Route 41 A 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
'Cause I owe mine to her And I'd rot in that prison for sure If she tossed me aside And not show 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 somebody else
And I owe all to her I’d rot in that prison for sure If she tossed me aside And not show 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