Clark County
Jail
I stuck a dime in the phone
and I dialed her number
Said, "Kimmy, what's
happened to us?"
She said, "Sloan, you're
an ass, a drunken maniac,
Got me a restrainin'
order against you."
I grabbed my bottle of Jim
Beam and I drained my last
swallow,
And I slammed it down on
the bar.
I hung up the phone,
grabbed my aching knee bone,
And I limped my way out
to my car.
I slammed into the dumpster
of her apartment complex,
And I busted through her
front window screen.
She was sitting with
Duke around a candle light
dinner,
Drinking Earnest and
Julio Gallo.
Well, I picked up a chair
and I went for Duke's head,
And he jumped up and he
pushed me on the floor.
He tied me up with a
rope, washed his hands off with
soap,
And Kimmy said, "Man,
I'm calling the cops."
I wiggled and squirmed and
pulled my knife from my boot,
Cut the rope and I split
through the door.
As I looked back at
Kimmy, I slammed into a cruiser,
And the coppers slapped
the handcuffs on me.
I'm a punk, I'm a drunk, I'm
a-wasted again.
Bruised bloody and
callin' for Earl.
So I'll spend another
night in the Clark County Jail,
While Duke lays at home
with my love.
