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A Week In A Country Jail   Tom T. Hall




Howdy, Gregg -- I sure am enjoyin' the site. ÊIt's is just great. ÊI thought  
I'd give something back, and song by Tom T. Hall is evidently a rare thing. Ê 
Not to many today have heard it, but some of the "old hands" might. ÊThis is  
how I remember it --  
 
Johnny Clark  
JohnnyClarkIV@aol.com  
Victoria, Texas..... 
 
A WEEK IN A COUNTRY JAIL 
by Tom T. Hall 
 
One time I spent a week inside a little country jail. 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊAn' I don't think I'll ever live it down. 
I was sittin' at a red light when these two men came and got me, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊAn' said that I was speedin' thru their town. 
 
They said tomorrow mornin' you can see the judge, then g. 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊThey let me call one person on the phone. 
I thought I'd be there overnight, so I just called my boss. 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊto tell him I'd be off, but not for long. 
 
The motioned me inside a cell, with seven other guys, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊan' one little barred up window in the rear. 
My cell mate said if they had let me bring some money in, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊwe ought to send the jailer for some beer. 
 
Well, I had to pay him double, cause he was the man in charge, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊand the jailer's job was not the best in town. 
Later on, his wife brought hot baloney, eggs and gravy, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊthe first day I was there, I turned it down. 
 
Next mornin', they just let us sleep, but I was up real early, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊwonderin' when I'd get my release. 
The jailer's wife brought more hot baloney, eggs n' gravy, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊby now, I wasn't quite so hard to please. 
 
Three days later, when I thought I'd been forgotten, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊthe sheriff came in, chewin' on a straw. 
He said, "Where's they guy who things that this is Indianapolis. 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊI'd like to talk to him about the law. 
 
I told him who I was, and that I was workin' steady. 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊAnd I really must be gettin' on my way. 
That part about me bein' who I was, did not impress him. 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊHe said the judge would be here any day. 
 
Now, the jailer had a wife, and let me tell ya, she was awful. 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊBut she brought that hot baloney ev'ry day. 
And after seven days, she got to lookin' so much better, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊI asked her if she'd like to run away. 
 
Next morning', that ol' judge took ev'ry nickel that I had. 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊAn' he said, "Son let this teach you not to race. 
The jailer's wife was smilin' frm the window as I left, 
 ÊÊÊÊÊÊin thirty minutes I was outta state. 
 
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