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Lexington Jail

de Tim Easton

Well I don't have a nickel to put in your cup
And I don't have ten dollars just so you can fix up
I'm atravelin' myself
I don't appreciate your empty gas tank lines
I get back home tomorrow
Or maybe just lay down and die

I might have a true love but I'm just looking for a roof
I never lasted in a lie to her
But I might not tell the truth to you
And the truth about my home is that it's just easier to lie
Well a home is where I lay my head
Or maybe where I just lay down and die

I went to see some friends down Kentucky way
Spent the night getting sober in the Lexington jail
And when they let me go
I just stood with my hands to the sky
I'll be in Tennessee tomorrow
Or maybe just lay down and die

Said I don't have two nickels to put in your cup
And I don't have ten dollars just so you can fix up
I'm atravelin' myself
I don't appreciate your empty gas tank lines
All lies
I get back home tomorrow
Maybe just lay down and die
I get back home tomorrow
Maybe just lay down and die
I get back home tomorrow
Maybe just lay down and die

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