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Victim of Life's Circumstances
by Delbert McClinton
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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' sideways 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
Singin' 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
Singin' 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
Singin' them old country songs
And half the time ending up some place I don't belong
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' sideways 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
Singin' 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
Singin' 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
Singin' them old country songs
And half the time ending up some place I don't belong
