歌曲 | Prison on Route 41 |
歌手 | Iron & Wine |
专辑 | In the Reins |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |
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 |