| Song | Victim of Life's Circumstances |
| Artist | Delbert McClinton |
| Album | Honky Tonk 'n Blues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McClinton | |
| Six-O-Five A M on Sunday Mornin' | |
| I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night | |
| I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
| And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight | |
| I started out the night with good intentions | |
| But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
| Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin' | |
| Then somethin' hit my head | |
| And knocked me from my conscious mind | |
| I'm a victim of life's circumstances | |
| I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
| Singin' them old country songs | |
| Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong | |
| I said, jailer, hey, what y'all got me charged with | |
| He looked at me and he half-way closed one eye | |
| He said you mean to say you don't remember | |
| Cuttin' up some honky with that bone-handled knife | |
| I'm a victim of life's circumstances | |
| I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
| Singin' them old country songs | |
| Half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong | |
| Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don't belong |
| zuo ci : McClinton | |
| SixOFive A M on Sunday Mornin' | |
| I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night | |
| I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
| And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight | |
| I started out the night with good intentions | |
| But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
| Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin' | |
| Then somethin' hit my head | |
| And knocked me from my conscious mind | |
| I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
| I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
| Singin' them old country songs | |
| Half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong | |
| I said, jailer, hey, what y' all got me charged with | |
| He looked at me and he halfway closed one eye | |
| He said you mean to say you don' t remember | |
| Cuttin' up some honky with that bonehandled knife | |
| I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
| I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
| Singin' them old country songs | |
| Half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong | |
| Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong |
| zuò cí : McClinton | |
| SixOFive A M on Sunday Mornin' | |
| I was supposed to left for Memphis late last night | |
| I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
| And because of it I sleep in Tyre County Jail tonight | |
| I started out the night with good intentions | |
| But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
| Well, the last thing I remember we was roarin' | |
| Then somethin' hit my head | |
| And knocked me from my conscious mind | |
| I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
| I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
| Singin' them old country songs | |
| Half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong | |
| I said, jailer, hey, what y' all got me charged with | |
| He looked at me and he halfway closed one eye | |
| He said you mean to say you don' t remember | |
| Cuttin' up some honky with that bonehandled knife | |
| I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
| I was raised around barrooms, Friday night dances | |
| Singin' them old country songs | |
| Half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong | |
| Yeah, half the time endin' up someplace I don' t belong |