| Well, my daddy worked in the coal mine
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| Til the company shut it down
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| Then he sat around and drank hisself blind
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| Til we put him back underground
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| Now nothing grows on this mountain
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| And what’s a poor boy to do?
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| Except to wander these hills, forgotten
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| With the oxycontin blues
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| Well I never cared much for whiskey
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| 'Cause it only made daddy mean
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| Wrapped a little bit tight, they tell me For the methamphetamine
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| Then my cousin come up from Knoxville
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| And he taught me a thing or two
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| Now I’m headed nowhere but downhill
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| With the oxycontin blues
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| Got a dollar bill in my pocket
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| Got a half a tank in my truck
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| Gonna go and pawn grandma’s locket
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| Hell, maybe it’ll change my luck
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| Ain’t nothing gonna be right no how
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| 'Cause I know I can’t ever lose
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| This devil that’s dragging me down
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| And the oxycontin blues |