A Week In A Country Jail-Tom T. Hall

歌手 : Tom T. Hall
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:02

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A Week In A Country Jail - Tom T. Hall
Written by:Tom T. Hall
One time I spent a week inside
A little country jail
And I don't guess I'll 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 I'd be there overnight
So I just called my boss
To tell him I'd 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 I'd get my release
Later on we got more hot bologna
Eggs and gravy
And by now I wasn't 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
I'd 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 she'd 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