Victim Of Life's Circumstances
It's 6:05 on sunday mornin'
And i was supposed to've left for memphis late last night
But i stopped at one of them old highway places
And 'cause i did i'll sleep in tarren county jail tonight
Well i started out tonight with good intentions
But i ended up gettin' sidways drinkin' wine
Well the last thing i remember we was rollin'
And something hit my head & knocked me from my conscious mind
Chorus:
And i'm a victim of life's circumstances
Well i was raised around bar rooms & friday night dances
Ingin' them old country songs
And half the time ending up some place i don't belong
I said, "jailor, hey, what y'all got me charged with?"
Well he looked at me & halfway closed one eye
Well he said, "to mean to say you don't remember cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?"
Repeat chorus x 2
