Lexington Jail - Tim 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