[Verse 1]
I'm sittin' in Knoxville courthouse
I ain't got a thing to do
I don't wanna go to the movies
I couldn't if I wanted to
'Cause I'm on trial for lovin' you

[Verse 2]
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
And she lit up a cigarette, sexily turned around

[Verse 3]
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, low neck line

[Verse 4]
Well, we danced for five or ten minutes
And I held her close to me
I kissed her lips and squeezed her hips
And judged about twenty-three
She whispered in my ear, I said, "Yes, siree"
[Verse 5]
Now the scene is a little motel
Out on the state highway
And there in room 12
A little love is about to take place
When a state trooper breaks down the door
Shines a flashlight in my face

[Verse 6]
I said, "What the hell is this?"
As another man and woman come in
And the girl I'm with starts cryin' and screamin'
And she runs over to them
She said, "Thank God you're here, he tried to hurt me, mama"
I said, "Now, you don't mean?"
The cop says, "Son, the girl is seventeen"

[Verse 7]
So that's why I'm in Knoxville courthouse
And the judge passed the sentence on me
And it's ten long years for statutory rape in the state penitentiary
Lord, I can't believe this is happened to me

[Verse 8]
So when next time you give a girl the eye
She gives you that certain smile
Just remember under that woman's breast
Might beat the heart of a child
Don't you let yourself be the one to help a mixed up kid go wild
This story happens a lot and it's true
But you better hope and pray it never happens to you
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