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  • 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