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 a-travelin' 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