Written by Hank Williams, Jr.
Intro: A G D A G D A G I'm sittin' in the Knoxville Courthouse D A I ain't got a thing to do A G I don't wanna go to the movies D A I couldn't if I wanted to G D A I'm on trial for lovin' you Now this all started in a honky tonk Just the other side of town A girl comes in, takes a stool by me Orders gin and drinks it down She lit up a cigarette, sexy lady turned around Well she says my name is Janie And asked me what was mine I answered Hank as I walked to the jukebox And dropped in a dime I checked out her short dress and low neckline Well we danced for 5 or 10 minutes And I held her close to me I kissed her lips and I squeezed her hips And I judged her about 23 She whispered in my ear, I said Yessiree Now the scene is a little motel Out on the state highway There in room 12 a little love is about to take place When the state trooper breaks down the door Shines a flashlight in my face Change Key to B B A E B I said what the hell is this as another man and woman come in B A E B And the girl I'm with starts cryin' and screamin' and she runs over to them A E B She says thank god you're here, he tried to hurt me momma A I said now you don't mean E B The cop said son the girl is 17 So that's why I'm in the Knoxville Courthouse And the judge passed a sentence on me And it's 10 long years for statutory rape In the state penenitiary Lord I can't believe this has happened to me So the next time you give a girl the eye and She gives you that certain little smile Just remember under that woman's breast Might beat the heart of a child So let yourself be warned to help a mixed up kid go wild This story happens a lot, it's true But you better hope I don't happen to you