Too doop too too doo too
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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 red light when these two men came and got me
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And said that I was speedin' 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 over night 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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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 cellmate 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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Next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real early
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Wondering when I 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 chewing 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 being who I was did not impress him
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He said the judge will 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 looking so much better
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I asked her if she'd like to run away
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The next morning that old judge took every nickel that I have
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And he said son let this teach you not to race
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The jailer's wife was smiling from the window as I left
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In thirty minutes I was out of state
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Too doo too too doo hoo
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Week In A Country Jail
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Tom T. Hall |