Week In A Country Jail Lyrics - Dave Dudley

One time I spent a week inside a little country jail 

I don't guess I'll ever live it down 

I was sittin' at red light when these two men come and got me 

And said that I was speedin' through their town 

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 over night so I'd just call my boss 

To tell him I'd be off but not for long 

They motioned me inside the cell with seven other guys 

One little barred up window in the rear 

My cell mate said if they had let me bring some money in 

We ought to send the jailer for some beer 

We had to pay him double 'cause he was the man in charge 

And the jailer's 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 

Next morning they'd just let us sleep but I was up real early 

Wonderin' when I get my release 

Later on we got more hot bologna eggs and gravy 

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 chewing on the straw 

He said, "Where is this 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 a gettin' on my way 

That part about me being who I was did not impress him 

He said, "The judge will be here any day" 

The jailer had his wife and let me tell you she was awful 

But she brought that hot bologna every day 

And after seven days she got to looking so much better 

I asked her if she'd like to run away 

Next morning that old judge took every nickel that I had 

He said, "Son, let this teach you not to race" 

The jailer's wife was smiling from the window as I left 

In thirty minutes I was out of state