Original lyrics

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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 concious 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, Jailor, 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