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 And my savior is not Christ the Lord But one named Virginia whom I live my life for
Cause I owe mine to her I’d rot in that prison for sure If she tossed me aside And not showed me the way to abide
By the creed, the law of the land, unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great aunt Whom I’d most likely see every day If not for the righteous path of 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 someone else
And I owe it to her I’d rot in that prison for sure If she tossed me aside And not showed 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 pleaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
