Week In A Country Jail

One time I spent a week inside a little country jail I don't guess I'll ever live it down

I was sittin' at red light when these two men come and got me

And said that I was speedin' through their town

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 over night so I'd just call my boss

To tell him I'd be off but not for long

They motioned me inside the cell with seven other guys

One little barredup window in the rear

My cellmate said if they had let me bring some money in

We ought to send the jailer for some beer

We 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

Next morning they'd just let us sleep but I was up real early

Wonderin' when I get my release

Later on we got more hot bologna eggs and gravy

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 the straw

He said where is this 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 a gettin' on my way

That part about me being who I was did not impress him

He said the judge will be here any day

The jailer had his wife and let me tell you she was awful

But she brought that hot bologna every day

And after seven days she got to looking so much better

I asked her if she'd like to run away

Next morning that old judge took every nickel that I had

He said son let this teach you not to race

The jailer's wife was smiling from the window as I left

In thirty minutes I was out of state