Testo Prison on route 41 Iron & Wine

Prison on route 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

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

By decree, law, or the land

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 somebody 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

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