Lexington Jail Tim Easton E Well I don't have a nickel to put in your cup, and I don't have ten dollars so you can fix up. A7 E I'm a travelling myself, I don't appreciate your empty gastank line, B7 A7 E I'm gonna get back home tomorrow, and maybe just lay down and die. Well I don't have a true love and I'm just looking for a roof, I won't tell ya no lies but I might not tell the truth. And the truth about my home is that it's just easier to lie. Well home is where I lay my head, and maybe I just lay down and die. Instrumental Well went to see some friends down Kentucky way, Spent the night 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 and maybe just lay down and die. Well I don't have a nickel to put in your cup, and I don't have ten dollars so you can fix up. I'm a travelling myself, I don't appreciate your empty gastank line, I'm gonna get back home tomorrow, and maybe just lay down and die. I said I get back home tomorrow, and maybe just lay down and die. Well I get back home tomorrow, and maybe just lay down and die.