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 Singin' them old country songs And half the time ending up some place I don't belong
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