Lyrics Lexington Jail - 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
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
a-travelin'
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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