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    "Week In A Country Jail" Lyrics

    Dave Dudley

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    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
    This song was submitted on July 26th, 2012 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Tom T. Hall.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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