Lexington Jail

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 a travelin' 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.