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 conscious 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, jailer, 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