Victim Of Life's Circumstances

It's 6:05 a.m. on Sunday morning
 And was supposed to left for Memphis late last night
 Well, I stopped at one of them old highway places
 Because I did, I sleep in Tarrant County jail tonight
 Well, I started out the night with good intentions
 But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine
 Well, the last thing I remember we was roaring
 Then 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 barrooms and Friday night dancers
 Singin' them old country songs
 And half the time, ending up some place I don't belong
 All right now
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 I said jailer, "Hey, what you all got me charged with?"
 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 circumstances
 Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers
 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 barrooms and Friday night dancers
 Singin' them old country songs
 And half the time, ending up some place I don't belong
 Look out now