Lexington Jail

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Tim Easton - Pop

Lexington Jail

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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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