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A Week In A County Jail Lyrics - Singles - Hall Tom T

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 cell mates 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 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 

 

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 judge'll 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 jailer's wife was smilin' from the window as I left 

In thirty minutes, I was out of state 

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Copyright: John D. Lentz;unichappell Music Inc;tom T. Hall;morris Music Inc