Victim Of Life's Circumstances

(专辑： Victim Of Life's Circumstances - 1975)

Six-O-Five A M on Sunday Morning
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 getting sideways drinking wine
Well, the last thing I remember we was roaring
Then something 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
Singing them old country songs
Half the time ending 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
Cutting up some honky with that bone-handled knife

I'm a victim of life's circumstances
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances
Singing them old country songs
Half the time ending up someplace I don't belong
Yeah, half the time ending up someplace I don't belong