But I stopped in one of them old
And because of that I'll sleep in
You know I started out the night
Then I wound up getting side
And the last thing I remem
Then someone hit my head and
knocked me from my conscious mind
Just a victim of life's circumstances
I was raised around ballrooms,
singing them old country songs
Half the time ending up someplace I don't
Jailor, hey, what y 'all got
Well, he looked at me and he
Said the mean to say, the son,
Well, for cuttin' up some honky
with your bone -handled knife
As the victim of life's circumstances,
I raced around ballrooms,
singing them old country songs.
Half the time ending up someplace
Half the time ending up someplace