A Week in a Country Jail

Too, doop, too, too, doo, too.

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 red light when these two men came and got me

And said that I was speedin' 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 over night so I just called my boss

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

They motioned me inside a cell with seven other guys

One little barred-up 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.

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.

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

Wondering when I 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 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 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 looking so much better

I asked her if she'd like to run away.

The next morning that old judge took every nickel that I have

And 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.

Too, doo, too, too, doo, hoo...