Lexington Jail - Tim Easton

Lexington Jail Lyrics

Well, I don't have a nickel
To put in your cup
And I don't have ten dollars
Just so you can fix upI'm a travelin' myself
I don't appreciate
Your empty gas tank lines
I get back home tomorrow
Or maybe just lay down and dieI might have a true love
But I'm just looking for a roof
I never lasted in a lie to her
But I might not tell the truth to youAnd the truth about my home
Is that it's just easier to lie
Well, a home is where I lay my head
Or maybe where I just lay down and dieI went to see some friends
Down Kentucky way
Spent the night getting sober
In the Lexington jailAnd when they let me go
I just stood with my hands to the sky

I'll be in Tennessee tomorrow
Or maybe just lay down and dieSaid I don't have two nickels
To put in your cup
And I don't have ten dollars
Just so you can fix upI'm a-travelin' myself
I don't appreciate
Your empty gas tank lines
All liesI get back home tomorrow
Maybe just lay down and die
I get back home tomorrow
Maybe just lay down and die
I get back home tomorrow
Maybe just lay down and die