Текст песни Victim of Life's Circumstances - Vince Gill

It's 6:05 a.m. on Sunday morning
And was supposed to left for Memphis late last night
Well, I stopped at one of them old highway places
Because I did, I sleep in Tarrant County jail tonight

Well, I started out the night with good intentions
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine
Well, the last thing I remember we was roaring
Then something hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind

And I'm a victim of life's circumstances
Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers
Singin' them old country songs
And half the time, ending up some place I don't belong

All right now

I said jailer, "Hey, what you all got me charged with?"
He looked at me and halfway closed one eye
Well, he said to me to say "You don't remember
Cuttin' up some fool with that bone-handled knife?"

And I'm a victim of life's circumstances
Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers
Singin' them old country songs
And half the time, ending up some place I don't belong

And I'm a victim of life's circumstances
Well, I was raised around barrooms and Friday night dancers
Singin' them old country songs
And half the time, ending up some place I don't belong

Look out now