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The Charlie Daniels Band

I woke up on a cement floor this mornin',
My head felt like somebody been walkin' on it,
Don't know how I got here,
Don't remember nothin' at all,
But if I done all the things that they say I did,
Well I sure musta had a ball

'Cause in thirty more days
I'm goin 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 oughtta see that other guy

'Cause in thirty more days
I'm goin' 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 this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton
Makin' lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun
I just hope I can make it thirty more days
And get out of this mess I'm in,
And if I ever get back to Mississippi
I ain't ever gonna leave again

'Cause in thirty more days
I'm goin 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
I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time

Written by DANIELS, CHARLIE
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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