It's 6:05 on Sunday mornin' And I was supposed to've left for Memphis late last night But I stopped at one of them old highway places And 'cause I did I'll sleep in Tarren County Jail tonight Well I started out tonight with good intentions But I ended up gettin' sidways drinkin' wine Well the last thing I remember we was rollin' And something hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind Chorus: And I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dances ingin' them old country songs And half the time ending up some place I don't belong I said, ";Jailor, hey, what y'all got me charged with?"; Well he looked at me and halfway closed one eye Well he said, ";To mean to say you don't remember Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?"; Repeat Chorus X 2