Victim Of Life's Circumstances

It's 6:05 a.m. on Sunday morning

And was supposed to left for Memphis late last night

Well, I stopped at one of them old highway places

Because I did, I sleep in Tarrant County jail tonight

Well, I started out the night with good intentions

But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine

Well, the last thing I remember we was roaring

Then something hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind

And I'm a victim of life's circumstances

Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers

Singin' them old country songs

And half the time, ending up some place I don't belong

All right now

I said jailer, "Hey, what you all got me charged with?"

He looked at me and halfway closed one eye

Well, he said to me to say "You don't remember

Cuttin' up some fool with that bone-handled knife?"

And I'm a victim of life's circumstances

Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers

Singin' them old country songs

And half the time, ending up some place I don't belong

And I'm a victim of life's circumstances

Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers

Singin' them old country songs

And half the time, ending up some place I don't belong

Look out now