It's 6:05 on Sunday mornin'
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And I was supposed to've left for Memphis late last night
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But I stopped at one of them old highway places
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And 'cause I did I'll sleep in Tarren County Jail tonight
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Well I started out tonight with good intentions
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But I ended up gettin' sidways drinkin' wine
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Well the last thing I remember we was rollin'
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And something hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind
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Chorus:
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And I'm a victim of life's circumstances
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Well I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dances
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ingin' them old country songs
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And half the time ending up some place I don't belong
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I said, "Jailor, hey, what y'all got me charged with?"
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Well he looked at me and halfway closed one eye
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Well he said, "To mean to say you don't remember Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?"
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Repeat Chorus X 2
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Victim Of Life's Circumstances
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Vince Gill |