Tom T. Hall 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
        
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