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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 and knocked me from my conscious mind And I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well I was raised around bar rooms and 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 and halfway closed one eye Well he said, "To mean to say you don't remember Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?" And I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dances ingin' them old country songs And half the time ending up some place I don't belong And I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dances ingin' them old country songs And half the time ending up some place I don't belong From Letras Mania