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 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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But my savior is not Christ the Lord 
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But one named Virginia whom I live my life for 


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And if I don’t mind to her 
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I’d rot in that prison for sure 
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Yeah, she’d toss me aside 
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And I’d surely wait to die 


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By decree, law, or demand 
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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 grand Virginia’s way 



A                          D 
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 somebody else 


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And I owe it to her 
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I’d rot in that prison for sure 
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Yeah, she’d toss me aside 
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And show me the way to die 

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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