Tim Easton - Lexington Jail lyrics

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.