| I went down to the county jail
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| And turned myself in
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| Spending all my weekends here
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| Far from my good-timing friends
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| Things just went from bad to worse
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| But I don’t know when
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| The only thing I know for sure
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| Is I ain’t going back again
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| They took me down to cellblock B
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| After stripping off my clothes
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| Put me in a monkey suit
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| And threw me in the throes
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| Like a rat in a maze
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| A cow in the herd
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| Or a sparrow with a broken wing
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| Now I know the reason why
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| The caged bird has to sing
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| 'Cause I’m just a weekender
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| In the Davidson County Jail
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| And my old man, he ain’t got the cash
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| To even go my bail
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| Should have listened to my mama
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| And quit my life of sin
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| Before I went backsliding again
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| This bed is hard and the room is cold
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| And my cellmate’s got a cough
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| She takes her meds and sleeps all day
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| Got six more weeks 'til she’s off
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| She said she beat her boyfriend up
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| While high on crack cocaine
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| Now she sits and watches
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| Her life go down the drain
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| 'Cause she’s just a weekender
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| In the Davidson County Jail
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| Her old man ain’t got the cash
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| To even go her bail
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| She should have listened to her mama
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| And quit her life of sin
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| Before she went backsliding again
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| Walk into some other room
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| They tried to make me eat
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| Red-dyed gravy, cardboard bread
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| And something that looked like meat
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| One tough girl from cellblock C
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| Picked a fight with the man at the desk
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| Mighty soon was sent back to her room
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| And I bet you know the rest
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| 'Cause we’re all just weekenders
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| In the Davidson County Jail
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| My old man ain’t got the cash
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| To even call my bail
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| Should have listened to the good Lord
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| Maybe quit my life of sin
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| Before I went backsliding again
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| Before I went backsliding again |