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



Chorus:

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?"



Repeat chorus x 2


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