Song | Victim of Life's Circumstances |
Artist | Delbert McClinton |
Album | Honky Tonk 'n Blues |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McClinton | |
Six-O-Five A M on Sunday Mornin' | |
I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night | |
I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight | |
I started out the night with good intentions | |
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin' | |
Then somethin' hit my head | |
And knocked me from my conscious mind | |
I'm a victim of life's circumstances | |
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong | |
I said, jailer, hey, what y'all got me charged with | |
He looked at me and he half-way closed one eye | |
He said you mean to say you don't remember | |
Cuttin' up some honky with that bone-handled knife | |
I'm a victim of life's circumstances | |
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong | |
Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong |
zuo ci : McClinton | |
SixOFive A M on Sunday Mornin' | |
I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night | |
I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight | |
I started out the night with good intentions | |
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin' | |
Then somethin' hit my head | |
And knocked me from my conscious mind | |
I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
Half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong | |
I said, jailer, hey, what y' all got me charged with | |
He looked at me and he halfway closed one eye | |
He said you mean to say you don' t remember | |
Cuttin' up some honky with that bonehandled knife | |
I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
Half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong | |
Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong |
zuò cí : McClinton | |
SixOFive A M on Sunday Mornin' | |
I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night | |
I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight | |
I started out the night with good intentions | |
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin' | |
Then somethin' hit my head | |
And knocked me from my conscious mind | |
I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
Half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong | |
I said, jailer, hey, what y' all got me charged with | |
He looked at me and he halfway closed one eye | |
He said you mean to say you don' t remember | |
Cuttin' up some honky with that bonehandled knife | |
I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
Half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong | |
Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong |