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Tom T. Hall - "A Week In A County Jail"
Lyrics to A Week In A County Jail : One time I spent a week inside a little country jail And I dont guess Ill ever live it down I was sittin at a red light when these two men came and got me And said that I was speeding through their town Well, they said,"Tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go." They let me call one person on the phone I thought Id be there overnight so I just called my boss To tell him Id be off but not for long Well, they motioned me inside a cell with seven other guys One little barred up window in the rear My cellmates said if they had let me bring some money in We ought to send the jailer for some beer Well, I had to pay him double cause he was the man in charge And the jailers job was not the best in town Later on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and gravy The first day I was there I turned it down Well, next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real early Wonderin when Id get my release Later on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravy And by now I wasnt quite so hard to please Two days later when I thought that I had been forgotten The sheriff came in chewin on a straw He said, "Where is the guy who thinks that this is Indianapolis' Id like to talk to him about the law." Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steady And I really should be gettin on my way That part about me bein who I was did not impress him He said, "The judgell be here any day." The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was awful But she brought that hot bologna every day And after seven days she got to lookin so much better I asked her if shed like to run away The next mornin that old judge took every nickel that I had And he said, "Son, let this teach you not to race." The jailers wife was smilin from the window as I left In thirty minutes I was out of state [ A Week In A County Jail Lyrics ]
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