Was released on November 24, 1969. The song would reach number one of the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Singles, on January 31, 1970, for two weeks in a row and would stay thirteen weeks on lists. A Week in a Country Jail, would be included on the album, Homecoming (Mercury 1969).
Week In A Country Jail
A song written and recorded by Tom T. Hall, for the Mercury label, on March 4, 1969, in the Columbia studio of Nashville, Tennesse, with the Jerry Kennedy production, was released on November 24, 1969. The song would reach number one of the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Singles, on January 31, 1970, for two weeks in a row and would stay thirteen weeks on lists.
A Week in a Country Jail, would be included on the album, Homecoming (Mercury 1969). The album would reach the position number 23 of the U.S. Billboard Top Country Albums.
The song is about a driver who is arrested for speeding and spends the night in a jail cell, where he is served hot Bolognese, eggs and sauce, for dinner. During his prolonged stay, he shares a cell with another 7 detainees, and they say hopefully they would have left us some money, we could have sent the jailer for beers. After seven days, the prisoner finally receives a conference on traffic laws by the judge who takes “every penny he had” and releases him.
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Tom T Hall – Week In A Country Jail Lyrics
One time I spent a week inside a little country jail
And I don’t guess I’ll ever live it down
I was sittin’ at a red light when these two men came and got me
And said that I was speeding through their town
Well, they said,”tomorrow morning you can see the judge then go.”
They let me call one person on the phone
I thought I’d be there overnight so I just called my boss
To tell him I’d be off but not for long
Well, they motioned me inside a cell with seven other guys
One little barred up window in the rear
My cellmates said if they had let me bring some money in
We ought to send the jailer for some beer
Well, I had to pay him double ’cause he was the man in charge
And the jailer’s job was not the best in town
Later on his wife brought hot bologna, eggs and gravy
The first day I was there I turned it down
Well, next morning they just let us sleep but I was up real early
Wonderin’ when I’d get my release
Later on we got more hot bologna, eggs and gravy
And by now I wasn’t quite so hard to please
Two days later when I thought that I had been forgotten
The sheriff came in chewin’ on a straw
He said, “where is the guy who thinks that this is indianapolis?
I’d like to talk to him about the law.”
Well, I told him who I was and told him I was working steady
And I really should be gettin’ on my way
That part about me bein’ who I was did not impress him
He said, “the judge’ll be here any day.”
The jailer had a wife and let me tell you she was awful
But she brought that hot bologna every day
And after seven days she got to lookin’ so much better
I asked her if she’d like to run away
The next mornin’ that old judge took every nickel that I had
And he said, “son, let this teach you not to race.”
The jailer’s wife was smilin’ from the window as I left
In thirty minutes I was out of state
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