One time I spent a week inside a little country jail
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And I don't guess I'll ever live it down
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I was sittin' at a red light when these two men came and got me
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And said that I was speeding through their town
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Well, they said,"Tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go."
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They let me call one person on the phone
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I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss
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To tell him I'd be off but not for long
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Well, they motioned me inside a cell with seven other guys
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One little barred up window in the rear
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My cellmates said if they had let me bring some money in
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We ought to send the jailer for some beer
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Well, I had to pay him double 'cause he was the man in charge
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And the jailer's job was not the best in town
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Later on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and gravy
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The first day I was there I turned it down
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Well, next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real early
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Wonderin' when I'd get my release
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Later on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravy
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And by now I wasn't quite so hard to please
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Two days later when I thought that I had been forgotten
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The sheriff came in chewin' on a straw
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He said, "Where is the guy who thinks that this is Indianapolis?
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I'd like to talk to him about the law."
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Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steady
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And I really should be gettin' on my way
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That part about me bein' who I was did not impress him
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He said, "The judge'll be here any day."
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The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was awful
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But she brought that hot bologna every day
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And after seven days she got to lookin' so much better
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I asked her if she'd like to run away
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The next mornin' that old judge took every nickel that I had
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And he said, "Son, let this teach you not to race."
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The jailer's wife was smilin' from the window as I left
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In thirty minutes I was out of state
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A Week In A Country Jail
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| Tom T. Hall |
