Текст песни Tom T. Hall - A Week in a Country Jail
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One time I spent a week inside a little country jailAnd I dont guess Ill ever live it downI was sittin at a red light when these two men came and got meAnd said that I was speeding through their townWell, they said,"tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go."They let me call one person on the phoneI thought Id be there overnight so I just called my bossTo tell him Id be off but not for longWell, they motioned me inside a cell with seven other guysOne little barred up window in the rearMy cellmates said if they had let me bring some money inWe ought to send the jailer for some beerWell, I had to pay him double cause he was the man in chargeAnd the jailers job was not the best in townLater on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and gravyThe first day I was there I turned it downWell, next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real earlyWonderin when Id get my releaseLater on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravyAnd by now I wasnt quite so hard to pleaseTwo days later when I thought that I had been forgottenThe sheriff came in chewin on a strawHe said, "where is the guy who thinks that this is indianapolis? Id like to talk to him about the law."Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steadyAnd I really should be gettin on my wayThat part about me bein who I was did not impress himHe said, "the judgell be here any day."The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was awfulBut she brought that hot bologna every dayAnd after seven days she got to lookin so much betterI asked her if shed like to run awayThe next mornin that old judge took every nickel that I hadAnd he said, "son, let this teach you not to race."The jailers wife was smilin from the window as I leftIn thirty minutes I was out of state