"Lexington Jail" as written by and Timothy E 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 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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"Lexington Jail" as written by Timothy E Easton

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