It was 6 .05 a .m. on
Sunday morning I was
supposed to leave for
Austin late last night
But I stopped in one of them old
roadhouse places
And because of that I'll sleep in
Dallas
County
Jail tonight
You know I started out the night
with good intentions
Then I wound up getting side
ways drinking your wine
And the last thing I remem
ber we was rolling
Then someone hit my head and
knocked me from my conscious mind
Just a victim of life's circumstances
I was raised around ballrooms,
Friday night dances,
singing them old country songs
Half the time ending up someplace I don't
belong
Well,
Jailor, hey, what y 'all got
me charged with?
Well, he looked at me and he
kind of winked his eye
Said the mean to say, the son,
you can't remember
Well, for cuttin' up some honky
with your bone -handled knife
As the victim of life's circumstances,
I raced around ballrooms,
Friday night dances,
singing them old country songs.
Half the time ending up someplace
I don't belong.
Half the time ending up someplace
I don't belong.
You