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Intro: A D A E A D A E A A D There’s a prison on route 41 A E Home to my father, first cousin, and son A D And I visit 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 But my savior is not Christ the Lord A E A But one named Virginia whom I live my life for E A And if I don’t mind to her D A E I’d rot in that prison for sure A Yeah, she’d toss me aside D A E And I’d surely wait to die A D By decree, law, or demand 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 grand Virginia’s way 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 somebody else E A And I owe it to her D A E I’d rot in that prison for sure A Yeah, she’d toss me aside D A E And show me the way to die 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
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