| How can I be drunk?
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| You strike with dry poison
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| I am possessed
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| Still engaged in some kind of advanced shackling
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| Girl you got to find you the man who
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| can smoke this out, Bad Medicine
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| Girl you got to find you the man who
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| can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say —
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| You got you a fast horse darlin'
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| But all you do is complain it ain’t a maserati.
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| You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
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| but your mama ain’t New York she is pure
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| Tennessee
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| On a desrt High-way
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| I am struck by my own rage
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| Time-bomb in his palm a finger-apple
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| augments this advanced shackling
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| Girl you got to find you the man who
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| can smoke this out, Bad Medicine
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| Girl you got to find you the man who
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| can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say —
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| You got you a fast horse darlin'
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| but all you do is complain it ain’t a maserati.
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| You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
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| but your mama ain’t New York she is pure
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| can’t you see your mama ain’t New York
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| she is pure Tennessee
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| Tennessee |