Delbert McClinton - Victim of Life's Circumstances Lyrics

Six-O-Five A.M. on Sunday mornin'
I was supposed to left for Memphis late, last night
I stopped at one of them old highway places
And because of it, I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight

I started out the night with good intentions
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine
Well, last thing I remember we was roarin'
Then somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind

I'm a victim of life's circumstances
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances
Singin' them old country songs
Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong
Alright

I said, jailer, hey, what y'all got me charged with?
He looked at me and he half-way closed one eye
He said, ‽You mean to say you don't remember
Cuttin' up some honky with that bone-handled knife?”

I'm a victim of life's circumstances
I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances
Singin' them old country songs
Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong

Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong