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  • 作词 : Delbert McClinton
    作曲 : Delbert McClinton
    Six-O-Five A M on Sunday Mornin'
    I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night
    I stopped at one of them old highway places
    And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight
    I started out the night with good intentions
    But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine
    Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin'
    Then somethin' hit my head
    And knocked me from my conscious mind
    I'm a victim of life's circumstances
    I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances
    Singin' them old country songs
    Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong
    I said, jailer, hey, what y'all got me charged with
    He looked at me and he half-way closed one eye
    He said you mean to say you don't remember
    Cuttin' up some honky with that bone-handled knife
    I'm a victim of life's circumstances
    I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances
    Singin' them old country songs
    Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong
    Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong
  • 作词 : Delbert McClinton
    作曲 : Delbert McClinton
    Six-O-Five A M on Sunday Mornin'
    I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night
    I stopped at one of them old highway places
    And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight
    I started out the night with good intentions
    But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine
    Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin'
    Then somethin' hit my head
    And knocked me from my conscious mind
    I'm a victim of life's circumstances
    I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances
    Singin' them old country songs
    Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong
    I said, jailer, hey, what y'all got me charged with
    He looked at me and he half-way closed one eye
    He said you mean to say you don't remember
    Cuttin' up some honky with that bone-handled knife
    I'm a victim of life's circumstances
    I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances
    Singin' them old country songs
    Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong
    Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong