Paul Simon Virgil Lyrics

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I've got a wife and four grown children
I can't afford their education
I've been a prison guard for fourteen years
That ain't exactly a vacation
Since he's been here he's followed ev'ry rule and I
Told you my position
The law says he's got the right to go to school
We abide by the court's decision

I got a Winchester two forty three
I like that gun for deer

Upstate November and the air is free
Feels like hunting seasons here
He's the one to keep your eye on
He's a sneak yeah but he's quiet
He's a trouble maker if I ever seen one
Next thing ya know it's Attica
And we got a prison riot

There ain't no way that punk gets his degree
And hides behind the constitution
No way in hell that smart assed spic goes free
Not while I'm in this institution

Written by: Paul Simon
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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