County Jaihouse

[SONG]
{t:Sittin’ In The County Jailhouse}
{st:by Steve Boileau--summer of 83}
{c: good ole waltz}
{soc}
[D]Well I’m sittin’ in the county [G]jailhouse,
[A7]wondrein’ what to hell am I doin’ [D]here.
[D]I got drunk on wine and [G]whiskey,
I [A7]guess I shouda’ stuck to the [G]beer.
[D]They took my watch and my [G]laces,
my [A7]belt and the rest of my [G]gear ,
[D]Somebody get me a [G]lawyer,
so [A7]I can get to hell outa’ [D]here.
{eoc}
Verse 1:
[D]The last thing that I [G]remember,
is a [A7]bout six foot [D]four.
[D]He asked my Lady to [G]dance again,
I said [A7]no pal not any [G]more.
[D]Then he started [G]swingin’,
I [A7]stood right up to [D]him,
[D]He went down and I [G]kept it up ‘cause I [A7]wasn’t gonna tell him [D]again.
{repeat chorus}
Verse 2:
[D]The judge said I had to do [G]ninety days,
for [A7]roughin’ him up so [D]bad.
[D]He musta weighed [G]200 lbs.
I’m [A7]glad I had the whiskey that I [D]had.
[D]I don’t remember the [G]ladies name,
his [A7]face or where we were [D]at,
[D]the only thing I can [G]say for sure,
it’s a [A7]place that I’ll never go [D]back.
{repeat chorus}
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