Victim Of Life's Circumstances

(Delbert McClinton) It's six-o-five a.m. on Sunday morning And I'm supposed to left for Memphis late last night Well, I stopped at one of them old highway places Because I did I sleep in Tyrone County jail tonight. Well, I started out the night with good intentions But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine Well, the last thing I remember we were roaring Then something hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind. And I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers Singin' them old country songs And half the time I end up some place I don't belong. --- Instrumental --- I said jailer, hey, what you've got me charged with He looked at me and halfway closed one eye He said he mean to say you don't remember Cuttin' up some honky with that bone handled knife. And I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers Singin' them old country songs And half the time I end up some place I don't belong. Well, I'm a victim of life's circumstances Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers Singin' them old country songs And half the time I end up some place I don't belong... --- Instrumental to fade ---