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I’m lying on my back

On a cold steel rack

In the Memphis jail.

Ain’t it a shame,

The police got my name.

 

1.

I stole a car in Nashville and drove it on down the line.

I don’t know what made me go and do such a terrible crime.

But I’d been sipping on a dollar bottle of Golden Harvest Rose Grape Wine,

And all that low grade alcohol must have rearranged my mind.

 

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2.

I drove that stolen Chevrolet on down the interstate road,

So fast I burned the engine up and made the radiator explode.

Then I just left it there, grabbed my gear and started thumbing my way.

I was clear on down to Memphis town time the police captured me.

 

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3.

But they don’t know I stole that car, they don’t know who I am.

They picked me up just cause I was drunk and couldn’t hardly stand.

Just stumbling around in Memphis town, so they threw me in the Memphis can.

But it serves me right. Fact, I got off light, considering how bad I am.

 

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