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This song is an embellished version of Eli's past indiscretion.

One of Them Nights
words and music by Eli Weed
Copyright 2006

Drivin’ home on cruise; slid into a ditch
A cruiser through the blues; clueless who was which
Not Miranda rights; just one of them nights

I was under arrest; handcuffed again
A paddy-wagon guest with tough, criminal friends
There’s no reason to fight; it’s just one of them nights

WELL, ONE OF THEM NIGHTS (X 4)

The guards took my clothes; took my money, too
They removed the laces from my runnin’ shoes
And now I’m locked up tight; just one of them nights

Then I was drug to the municipal judge
And the leg irons burned; the handcuffs won’t budge
Considered “risk of flight”; just one of them nights

“Now you’ll pay your dues”, said the judge to the lot
If you choose to lose, this is where you’ll rot
Prison business bites; just one of them nights

The judge looked each man right in the eyes
As we held our hats and tried to lie
That we would no more sin or be back again