Artist/Band: Hall Tom T Tabs
Song: A Week In A Country Jail Tab
Howdy, Gregg -- I sure am enjoyin' the site. �It's is just great. �I thought
I'd give something back, and song by Tom T. Hall is evidently a rare thing. �
Not to many today have heard it, but some of the "old hands" might. �This is
how I remember it --
Johnny Clark
[email protected]
Victoria, Texas.....
A WEEK IN A COUNTRY JAIL
by Tom T. Hall
One time I spent a week inside a little country jail.
������An' 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,
������An' said that I was speedin' thru their town.
They said tomorrow mornin' you can see the judge, then g.
������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.
The motioned me inside a cell, with seven other guys,
������an' one little barred up window in the rear.
My cell mate 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 baloney, eggs and gravy,
������the first day I was there, I turned it down.
Next mornin', they just let us sleep, but I was up real early,
������wonderin' when I'd get my release.
The jailer's wife brought more hot baloney, eggs n' gravy,
������by now, I wasn't quite so hard to please.
Three days later, when I thought I'd been forgotten,
������the sheriff came in, chewin' on a straw.
He said, "Where's they guy who things that this is Indianapolis.
������I'd like to talk to him about the law.
I told him who I was, and that I was workin' steady.
������And I really must be gettin' on my way.
That part about me bein' who I was, did not impress him.
������He said the judge would be here any day.
Now, the jailer had a wife, and let me tell ya, she was awful.
������But she brought that hot baloney ev'ry day.
And after seven days, she got to lookin' so much better,
������I asked her if she'd like to run away.
Next morning', that ol' judge took ev'ry nickel that I had.
������An' he said, "Son let this teach you not to race.
The jailer's wife was smilin' frm the window as I left,
������in thirty minutes I was outta state.
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