| Well my belly is craving, there’s a shakin' in my head
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| Well I feel like I’m dying, I wish I was dead
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| If I lived till tomorrow it would be a long time
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| For I’ll reel and I’ll fall then I’ll rise on codine
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| When I was a young man I learned not to care
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| But for whiskey, bourbon, often I did swear
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| Well my parents they warned me that liquor is a curse
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| But the fate of their baby is many many times worse
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| Well it’s real, one more time
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| Well it’s real, one more time
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| Stay away from big cities, stay away from the towns
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| Stay away from the stores where the remedy is so fine
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| Stay away from those people with dope on their minds
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| But it’s better to have a raw pain than to be caught on codine
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| Well it’s real, one more time
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| Well it’s real, one more time
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| You forget you are a woman
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| And you forget all about men
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| If you try it just once, you want it again
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| You forget about lovin', you forget about time
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| You live out your days as a slave to codine
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| Well it’s real, one more time
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| Well it’s real, one more time
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| Well it’s real, one more time |