It's 6:05 a.m. on Sunday morning
And I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night
But I stopped at one of them old highway places
And 'cause I did, I'll sleep in Tarrant County Jail tonight

Well, I started out tonight with the good intentions
But I ended up getting sideways drinking wine
Well, the last thing I remember we was rolling
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 dancers
Singing them old country songs
Half the time ending up some place I don't belong, alright

I said, "Jailer, hey, what y'all got me charged with?"
Well, he looked at me and halfway closed one eye
"Well", he said to me, "To say, you don't remember
Cutting 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 dancers
Singing them old country songs
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 dancers
Singing them old country songs
Half the time ending up some place I don't belong