paroles de chanson Virgil - Paul Simon
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
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