Victim of Life's Circumstances (c) Lyrics

It's 6:05 a.m. on Sunday mornin'
And I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night
But I stopped at one of them old highway places
And 'cause I did, I'll sleep in Tarrant County Jail tonight

Well, I started out tonight with good intentions
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine
Well, the last thing I remember we was rollin'
Somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind

And I'm a victim of life's circumstances
Well, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancers
Singin' them old country songs
And half the time ending up some place I don't belong, alright

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 me, '€œTo 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 bar rooms 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 bar rooms and Friday night dancers
Singin' them old country songs
Half the time ending up some place I don't belong