It's 6:05 on Sunday mornin'

And I was supposed to've left for Memphis late last night

But I stopped at one of them old highway places

And 'cause I did I'll sleep in Tarren County Jail tonight



Well I started out tonight with good intentions

But I ended up gettin' sidways drinkin' wine

Well the last thing I remember we was rollin'

And something hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind



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And I'm a victim of life's circumstances

Well I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dances

ingin' them old country songs

And half the time ending up some place I don't belong



I said, ";Jailor, hey, what y'all got me charged with?";

Well he looked at me and halfway closed one eye

Well he said, ";To mean to say you don't remember Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?";



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