Tom T. Hall – A Week In A County Jail (Guitar Live)

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One time I spent a week inside a little country jail

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And I don't guess I'll ever live it down

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

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And said that I was speeding through their town

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Well, they said,tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go

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They let me call one person on the phone

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I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss

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

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Well, they motioned me inside a cell with seven other guys

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One little barred up window in the rear

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My cellmates said if they had let me bring some money in

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We ought to send the jailer for some beer

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Well, I had to pay him double 'cause he was the man in charge

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And the jailer's job was not the best in town

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Later on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and gravy

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The first day I was there I turned it down

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Well, next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real early

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Wonderin' when I'd get my release

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Later on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravy

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And by now I wasn't quite so hard to please

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Two days later when I thought that I had been forgotten

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The sheriff came in chewin' on a straw

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He said, where is the guy who thinks that this is indianapolis?

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I'd like to talk to him about the law

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Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steady

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And I really should be gettin' on my way

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That part about me bein' who I was did not impress him

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He said, the judge'll be here any day

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

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But she brought that hot bologna every day

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And after seven days she got to lookin' so much better

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I asked her if she'd like to run away

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The next mornin' that old judge took every nickel that I had

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And he said, son, let this teach you not to race

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

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In thirty minutes I was out of state