A Week In A Country Jail

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 a red light when these two men came and got me

And said that I was speedin' through their town

Well, they said, "Tomorrow mornin', 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 mornin' they just let us sleep, but I was up real early

Wonderin' 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, chewin' 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 workin' steady

And I really should be gettin' on my way

That part about me bein' who I was did not impress him

He said, "The judge'll 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

Well, next morning, 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