| I hear people talkin' about going «cold turkey»
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| Dryin' out, checkin' into Betty Ford
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| But I just can’t relate to all those strange addictions
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| Cuz my drug problem never went ignored
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| You see I was drug to Church on Sunday Morning
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| I was drug to family reunions
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| I was drug to Grandpa’s farm to work every summer
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| And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals
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| I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)
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| I was drug by my ears when I was bad
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| When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher
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| I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad
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| And those drugs are still running through my veins
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| Still affecting everything I do and say
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| And if kids today had those kind of drug problems
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| I believe the world would be a better place
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| I won’t claim I grew up to be perfect (far from it)
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| But every time I start to make a slip
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| I can see Daddy reaching for the good book
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| And hear those prayers roll from Mama’s lips
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| That’s why I count my blessings every evening
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| And pray to the good Lord up above
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| And thank him for giving me a drug problem
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| And a home and a family filled with love
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| Yea, I was drug to Church on Sunday Morning
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| I was drug to family reunions
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| I was drug to Grandpa’s farm to work every summer
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| And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals
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| I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)
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| I was drug by my ears when I was bad
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| When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher
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| I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad
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| And those drugs are still running through my veins
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| Still affecting everything I do and say
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| And if kids today had those kind of drug problems
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| I believe the world would be a better place |