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Victim of Life's Circumstances

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 tonightWell, 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 mindAnd 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, alrightI 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 belongAnd 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

Songwriters

MCCLINTON, DELBERT ROSSPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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