Prison On Route 41

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There’s a prison on route 41
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Home to my father, first cousin, and son
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And I visit on every weekend
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Not with my body but with prayers that I send
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I’ve a reason for my absentee
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And no lack of love for my dear family
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And my savior is not Christ the Lord
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But one named Virginia who I live my life for
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Cuz I owe mine to her
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And I’d rot in that prison for sure
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If she'd tossed me aside
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And not shown me the way to abide
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By decree, the law of the land
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So unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great aunt
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Whom I’d most likely see every day
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If not for the righteous path Virginia laid
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There’s a prison on route 41
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Home to my mother, stepbrother, and son
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And I’d tear down that jail by myself
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If not for Virginia who made me someone else
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And I owe it all to her
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And I’d rot in that prison for sure
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If she'd tossed me aside
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And not shown me the way to abide
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By the precepts of her purity
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So unlike the habits of my whole family
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Whom I only see down on my knees
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In prayer by Virginia whom I live for to please