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Tara MacLean lyrics A Week In A Country Jail lyrics One time I spent a week inside a little country jail And I don't guess I'll ever live it down I was sittin' at a red light when these two men came and got me And said that I was speeding through their town Well, they said,";Tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go."; They let me call one person on the phone I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss To tell him I'd be off but not for long Well, they motioned me inside a cell with seven other guys One little barred up window in the rear My cellmates said if they had let me bring some money in We ought to send the jailer for some beer Well, I had to pay him double 'cause he was the man in charge And the jailer's job was not the best in town Later on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and gravy The first day I was there I turned it down Well, next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real early Wonderin' when I'd get my release Later on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravy And by now I wasn't quite so hard to please Two days later when I thought that I had been forgotten The sheriff came in chewin' on a straw He said, ";Where is the guy who thinks that this is Indianapolis? I'd like to talk to him about the law."; Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steady And I really should be gettin' on my way That part about me bein' who I was did not impress him He said, ";The judge'll be here any day."; The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was awful But she brought that hot bologna every day And after seven days she got to lookin' so much better I asked her if she'd like to run away The next mornin' that old judge took every nickel that I had And he said, ";Son, let this teach you not to race."; The jailer's wife was smilin' from the window as I left In thirty minutes I was out of state Other Tara MacLean lyrics: Strawberry Farms lyrics Nashville Is A Groovy Little Town lyrics Margie's At The Lincoln Park Inn lyrics Homecoming lyrics The Carter Boys lyrics Flat-Footin' It lyrics One Hundred Children lyrics I Can't Dance lyrics I Want To See The Parade lyrics Old Enough To Want To (Fool Enough To Try) lyrics Mama Bake A Pie (Daddy Kill A Chicken) lyrics I Hope It Rains At My Funeral lyrics I Took A Memory To Lunch lyrics The Hitch-hiker lyrics The Year That Clayton Delaney Died lyrics Who's Gonna Feed Them Hogs lyrics Trip To Hyden lyrics Tulsa Telephone Book lyrics It Sure Can Get Cold In Des Moines lyrics The Little Lady Preacher lyrics L.A. Blues lyrics Kentucky Feb. 27, '71 lyrics A Million Miles To The City lyrics Second Handed Flowers lyrics Ramona's Revenge lyrics Turn It On, Turn It On, Turn It On lyrics Souvenirs lyrics Pamela Brown lyrics Bourbon Man lyrics The Promise And The Dream lyrics She Gave Her Heart To Jethro lyrics Coot Marseilles Blues lyrics The Monkey That Became President lyrics Pratt Street lyrics High Steppin' Proud lyrics Me And Jesus lyrics Calls To Nothing lyrics If Only lyrics Jericho lyrics Divided lyrics If I Fall lyrics Reach lyrics Dry Land lyrics Jordan lyrics Passenger lyrics Settling lyrics Poor Boy lyrics La Tempete lyrics Blinded lyrics Higher lyrics Shakota lyrics Evidence lyrics Let Her Feel The Rain lyrics That's Me lyrics More lyrics Silence lyrics Red lyrics Holy Tears lyrics In The Wings lyrics If You Could lyrics For You lyrics |