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 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’s quiet

A troublemaker if i 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