Lyrics
C'mon
It was an old school jukebox kind of night down at the local bar
And we were playin' to a packed house
And I was feelin' like a star
When a big old man jumped out of his seat
And threw a beer can right at me
I took a swing and the next thing I know, I was talkin' to the deputy
But I plead the fifth of Jack Daniels
Them Jose Margaritas
No, they ain't gonna do it for me
I plead the fifth of Jack Daniels
Took my pride and he stole my memory
I woke up the next mornin' down at the county jail
My fists were bruised and they hurt like hell
They took me down to the courthouse, when they threw the book at me
Then that judge asked me
Son, how do you plead?
I plead the fifth of Jack Daniels
Them Jose Margaritas
No, they ain't gonna do it for me
I plead the fifth of Jack Daniels
He took my pride and he stole my memory
I plead the fifth of Jack Daniels
Them Jose Margaritas
No, they ain't gonna do it for me
I plead the fifth of Jack Daniels
He took my pride and he stole my memory
My memories
Written by: Ken Rosier
