| When I was a young boy I sniffed a lot of glue
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| Mom sent me to rehab, they told me what to do
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| We didn’t have much money; |
| the Lord picked up the tab
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| They made me write Him love songs, sitting in my room
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| Now I just drink whiskey and drive around my friends
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| Get a haircut, get a job, maybe born again
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| And if you’re living badly, we’ll tell you how to live
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| Dead, drunk, and naked…
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| If you’re out there listening, I just want you to know
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| I been doing just fine, psychiatrists tell me so
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| My scars are patched up; |
| my arms have almost healed
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| My demons almost tranquilized, my pains almost killed
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| Me and old Jack Daniel’s, become the best of friends
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| We got all them Baptists to die for our sins
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| I know the lord is coming
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| The South will rise again! |
| (Dead, drunk, and naked)
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| Daddy used to tell me, everything comes down to what they say about you when
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| you’re not around
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| And I wish that he was here now, I’m sure he would be proud
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| No one talks about me; |
| the voices are too loud
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| So if you come to see me, I’m sure you’ll be impressed
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| By how well I’m behaving and how well I’m dressed
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| If you come to see me, hope you’re coming soon
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| Dead, drunk, and naked… |