There's a prison on Route 41
 A home to my father, first cousin, and son
 And I visit on 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
 
 Because I owe mine to her
 And I'd rot in that prison for sure
 If she'd tossed me aside
 And not shown me the way to abide
 
 By the creed, the law of the land
 So unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great aunt
 Whom I'd most likely see every day
 If not for the righteous pair of Virginia's legs
 
 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 all to her
 I�d rot in that prison for sure
 If she'd tossed me aside
 And not shown 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 please