Prison on Rt 41

there's a prison on route 41
home to my father, first cousin and son
and i visit on every weekend
not with my body but with prayers that i send
there's 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 i hold mine to her
and i'd rot in that prison for sure
if she tossed me aside
and not show me the way to abide
by the creed, her law worth the land
so unlike my uncle, grandpa and great aunt
whom i'd most likely see every day
if not for the righteous path Virgina's laid

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there's a prison of route 41
a home to my mother, step-brother and son
and i'd tear down that jail by myself
if not for Virgina who made me someone else
and i hold to her
and i'd rot in that prison for sure
if she tossed me aside
and not show 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 Virgina whom i live for to please