Prison On Route 41 Lyrics - Singles - Iron & Wine

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 

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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 someone 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 

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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