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A Week In A County Jail

Tom T. Hall

Cifrado: Principal (guitarra y guitarra eléctrica)
Selo Cifra Club: esta cifra foi revisada para atender aos critérios oficiais da nossa Equipe de Qualidade.
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One time I spent a week inside a little country jail 
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And I don't guess I?ll ever live it down 
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I was sittin' at a red light when these two men came and got me 
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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 
Wondering' 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 chewing' 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 getting' on my way 
That part about me bein' who i was did not impress him 
He said, "the Jude will 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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