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   But my savior is not Christ the Lord   But one named Virginia whom I live my life for      And if I don’t mind to her   I’d rot in that prison for sure   Yeah, she’d toss me aside   And I’d surely wait to die      By decree, law, or demand   So unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great aunt   Whom I’d most likely see every day   If not for the righteous grand 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 somebody else      And I owe it to her   I’d rot in that prison for sure   Yeah, she’d toss me aside   And show me the way to die      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