Prison On Route 41 – Calexico – letras

There’s a prison on Route 41Home to my father, first cousin, and sonAnd I visit every weekendNot with my body but with prayers that I sendI’ve a reason for my absenteeAnd no lack of love for my dear familyBut my savior is not Christ the LordBut one named Virginia whom I live my life forAnd if I don’t mind to herI’d rot in that prison for sureYeah, she’d toss me asideAnd I’d surely wait to dieBy decree, law, or demandSo unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great auntWhom I’d most likely see every dayIf not for the righteous grand Virginia’s wayThere’s a prison on route 41Home to my mother, stepbrother, and sonAnd I’d tear down that jail by myselfIf not for Virginia who made me somebody elseAnd I owe it to herI’d rot in that prison for sureYeah, she’d toss me asideAnd show me the way to dieBy the precepts of her puritySo unlike the habits of my whole familyWhom I only see down on my kneesIn prayer by Virginia whom I live for to please