Lexington Jail Lyrics - Singles - Tim Easton

Well, I don't have a nickel 

To put in your cup 

And I don't have ten dollars 

Just so you can fix up 

I'm a travelin' myself 

I don't appreciate 

Your empty gas tank lines 

I get back home tomorrow 

Or maybe just lay down and die 

I might have a true love 

But I'm just looking for a roof 

I never lasted in a lie to her 

But I might not tell the truth to you 

And the truth about my home 

Is that it's just easier to lie 

Well, a home is where I lay my head 

Or maybe where I just lay down and die 

I went to see some friends 

Down Kentucky way 

Spent the night getting sober 

In the Lexington jail 

And when they let me go 

I just stood with my hands to the sky 

I'll be in Tennessee tomorrow 

Or maybe just lay down and die 

Said I don't have two nickels 

To put in your cup 

And I don't have ten dollars 

Just so you can fix up 

I'm a-travelin' myself 

I don't appreciate 

Your empty gas tank lines 

All lies 

I get back home tomorrow 

Maybe just lay down and die 

I get back home tomorrow 

Maybe just lay down and die 

I get back home tomorrow 

Maybe just lay down and die