I woke up on a cement floor this morning
My head felt like somebody been walking on it
Don’t know how I got here
Don’t remember nothing at all
But if I done all the things that they say I did
Well I sure must have had a ball
Because in 30 more days
I’m going back home
To see that gal of mine
But the Wichita Jail
Is a long long way
From the Tupelo County line
I gotta do my time
Well I ain’t got a cent of the money I had
I spent it
Shirts tore, my shoes got a big hole in it
There’s a king size knot on the side of my head
And I got one big black eye
But brother if you think I look bad
You ought to see that other guy
Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton
Making little ones out to big ones in this red hot Kansas sun
I just hope I can make it 30 more days
And get out of this mess I’m in
And if I ever get back to Mississippi
I ain’t ever going to leave again
I got to do my time[x4]
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Charlie Daniels Lyrics – Wichita Jail