Prison On Route 41

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