| I’m sittin' in Knoxville courthouse ain’t got a thing to do
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| I don’t wanna go to the movies couldn’t if I wanted to cuz I’m on trial for
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| lovin' you
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| Now this all started in a honky tonk just the other side of town
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| A girl come in took a stool by me ordered gin and drank it down
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| She lit up a cigarette sexly turned around
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| Well she said my name is Jannie and asked me what was mine
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| I answered Hank as I walked to the jukebox droppin' a dime
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| Checked out her short dress low neck line
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| Well we danced for five or ten minutes and I held her close to me
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| Kissed her lips and squeezed her hips and judged about twenty three
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| Whispered in my ears I said yes siree
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| Now the scene is a little motel out on the state highway
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| There in room 12 little love is about to take place
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| And a state trooper breaks down the door shines a flash light in my face
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| I said what the hell is this and another man and woman come in
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| And the girl I’m with starts cryin' and screamin' and she runs over to them
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| Said thank God you’re here he tried to hurt me mama
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| I said now you don’t mean the cop says son the girl is seventeen
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| So that’s why I’m in Knoxville courthouse and the judge passed sentence on me
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| And it’s ten long years for statutory rape in the state penitentiary
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| Lord I can’t believe this is happened to me
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| So when next time you give a girl the eye she gives you that certain smile
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| Just remember under that woman’s breast may beat the heart of a child
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| Don’t you let yourself be the one to help a mixed up kids go wild
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| This story happened a lot that’s true
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| But you better hope and pray it never happens to you |