I woke up on a cement floor this mornin,
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My head felt like somebody been walkin on it,
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Don't know how I got here,
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Don't remember nothin at all,
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but if I done all the things that they say I did,
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well I sure musta had a ball
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Cause in 30 more days
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I'm goin back home,
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to see that gal of mine,
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but the Wichita Jail
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is a long long way
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from the Tupelo County line,
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I gotta do my time
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Well I aint got a cent of the money I had
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I spent it
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Shirts tore, my shoes got a big hole in it,
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Theres a king size knot on the side of my head
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and I got one big black eye
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But brother if you think I look bad,
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you oughtta see that other guy
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Cause in 30 more days
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I'm goin back home,
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to see that gal of mine,
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but the Wichita Jail
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is a long long way
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from the Tupelo County line,
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I gotta do my time
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Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton
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makin lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun
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I just hope I can make it 30 more days
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and get out of this mess I'm in,
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and if I ever get back to Mississippi
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I aint ever gonna leave again
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Cause in 30 more days
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I'm goin back home,
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to see that gal of mine,
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but the Wichita Jail
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is a long long way
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from the Tupelo County line,
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I gotta do my time
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I gotta do my time
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I gotta do my time
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I gotta do my time
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Wichita Jail
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| The Charlie Daniels Band |
