Victim of Life's Circumstances

Well, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancers

And I'm a victim of life's circumstances
Well, I started out tonight with good intentions
Singin' them old country songs

But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine
Singin' them old country songs
Singin' them old country songs
And 'cause I did, I'll sleep in Tarrant County Jail tonight
And I'm a victim of life's circumstances
Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?"
Well, he said to me, “To say, you don't remember
Well, he looked at me and halfway closed one eye
And half the time ending up some place I don't belong, alright
And I'm a victim of life's circumstances
Well, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancers
And half the time ending up some place I don't belong

Well, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancers
I said, "Jailor, hey, what y'all got me charged with?"
Well, the last thing I remember we was rollin'
But I stopped at one of them old highway places
Somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind