| 歌曲 | Prison on Route 41 |
| 歌手 | Iron & Wine |
| 专辑 | In the Reins |
| 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 |