It's 6:05 a.m. on Sunday mornin' And I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night But I stopped at one of them old highway places And 'cause I did, I'll sleep in Tarrant County Jail tonight Well, I started out tonight with good intentions But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine Well, the last thing I remember we was rollin' Somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind And I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancers Singin' them old country songs And half the time ending up some place I don't belong, alright 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 me, “ To say, you don't remember Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?"And I'm a victim of life's circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsAnd half the time ending up some place I don't belongAnd I'm a victim of life's circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsHalf the time ending up some place I don't belong
It's 6:05 a.m. on Sunday mornin' And I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night But I stopped at one of them old highway places And 'cause I did, I'll sleep in Tarrant County Jail tonight Well, I started out tonight with good intentions But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine Well, the last thing I remember we was rollin' Somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind And I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancers Singin' them old country songs And half the time ending up some place I don't belong, alright 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 me, “ To say, you don't remember Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?"And I'm a victim of life's circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsAnd half the time ending up some place I don't belongAnd I'm a victim of life's circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsHalf the time ending up some place I don't belong
