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A Week In A County Jail - текст песни



A Week In A County Jail


One time I spent a week inside a little country jail


And I don't guess I'll ever live it down


I was sittin' at a red light when these two men came and got me


And said that I was speeding through their town





Well, they said,"Tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go."


They let me call one person on the phone


I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss


To tell him I'd be off but not for long





Well, they motioned me inside a cell with seven other guys


One little barred up window in the rear


My cellmates said if they had let me bring some money in


We ought to send the jailer for some beer





Well, I had to pay him double 'cause he was the man in charge


And the jailer's job was not the best in town


Later on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and gravy


The first day I was there I turned it down





Well, next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real early


Wonderin' when I'd get my release


Later on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravy


And by now I wasn't quite so hard to please





Two days later when I thought that I had been forgotten


The sheriff came in chewin' on a straw


He said, "Where is the guy who thinks that this is Indianapolis?


I'd like to talk to him about the law."


Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steady


And I really should be gettin' on my way


That part about me bein' who I was did not impress him


He said, "The judge'll be here any day."





The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was awful


But she brought that hot bologna every day


And after seven days she got to lookin' so much better


I asked her if she'd like to run away





The next mornin' that old judge took every nickel that I had


And he said, "Son, let this teach you not to race."


The jailer's wife was smilin' from the window as I left


In thirty minutes I was out of state



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