Karaoké Victim of Life's Circumstances Delbert McClinton

It's six-o-five AM on

Sunday mornin'

I was supposed to've left for Memphis late last night

But I stopped at one of them old highway places

And because I did I'll sleep in Tarren County Jail tonight

I started out tonight with good intentions

But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine

Well the last thing I remember we was roarin'

Then something 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 ending up someplace

I don't belong

Alright

I said, "Jailor hey, what y'all got me charged with?"

He looked at me and he halfway 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 ending up someplace

I don't belong

Yeah, half the time ending up some place

I don't belong