Lyrics of Weekender

(aired on the "coffee, country, and cody" morning show on wsm650-nashville on feb. 5, 2016. transcriber was late starting his recording, so the first several verses are missing)

Walk into some other room
They tried to make me eat
Red-dyed gravy, cardboard grits
And something that looked like meat
One tough girl from cellblock c
Picked a fight with the man at the desk
Mighty soon was sent back to her room
And i bet you know the rest

Cause we're all just weekenders
In the davidson county jail
My old man ain't got the cash
To even call my bail

Should have listened to the good lord
Maybe quit my life of sin
Before i went backsliding again
Before i went backsliding again