Victim Of Life's Circumstances

Six-O-Five A M on Sunday Mornin'

I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night

I stopped at one of them old highway places

And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight

I started out the night with good intentions

But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine

Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin'

Then somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my

concious mind

I'm a victim of life's circumstances

I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances

Singin' them old country songs

Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong

I said, Jailor, hey, what y'all got me charged with

He looked at me and he half-way closed one eye

He said you mean to say you don't remember

Cuttin' up some honky with that bone-handled knife

I'm a victim of life's circumstances

I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances

Singin' them old country songs

Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong

Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong