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, ?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 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