| My grandaddy made moonshine
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| And my daddy grew some weed
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| But neither one of them pay enough
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| When you got 6 kids to feed
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| I guess jobs are getting hard to find
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| But there never were none around here
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| So if you’re from the holler and want to make that dollar
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| One path is oh so clear
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| Fly to West Virginia
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| With some meds from FLA
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| Take a greyhound to Kentucky
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| And seel some along the way
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| Cause as long as there’s a weakness to abuse
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| I’ll be struttin' round the mountain in brand new shoes
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| Pillbilly Blues !!
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| I’d like to Hit a bar for a beer
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| But liquor ain’t legal round here
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| I’ll be on the oxycotton express
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| Whenever the coast is clear
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| The Pill mills are hopping
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| Like a xanax shopping mall
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| And I’ve done my doctor shopping
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| That’s the easiest part of all
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| Cause long as there’s a system to abuse
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| I’ll be struttin' round the mountain in brand new shoes
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| Pillbilly Blues !! |