Virgil

I've got a wife, four grown children I can't afford their education I been a prison guard for fourteen years That ain't exactly a vacation Since he's been here, he's followed every rule Well, I've 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 .243 I like that gun for deer Upstate November when the air is free Smells like hunting season's here He's the one to keep your eyes on He's smart, yeah, and he is quiet A troublemaker if I've ever seen one Next thing you 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-ass spic goes free Not while I'm in this institution