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, 
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and son
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And I visit on every weekend
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Not with my body but with prayers 
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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 
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family
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And my savior is not Christ the Lord
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But one named Virginia who I live 
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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 
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great aunt
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Whom I’d most likely see every day
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If not for the righteous path 
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Virginia laid


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There’s a prison on route 41
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Home to my mother, stepbrother, and
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 son
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And I’d tear down that jail by 
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myself
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If not for Virginia who made me 
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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 
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family
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Whom I only see down on my knees
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In prayer by Virginia whom I live 
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for to please