Victim of Life's Circumstances

It's 6:05 a.m. on

Sunday mornin'

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 good intentions

But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine

Well, the last thing

I remember we was rollin'

Somethin' 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

Singin' them old country songs

And half the time ending up some place

I don't belong, alright

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 me, “

To say, you don't remember

Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?"And I'm a victim of life's circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsAnd half the time ending up some place I don't belongAnd I'm a victim of life's circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsHalf the time ending up some place I don't belong