Codine

The achin' in my stomach got created in my head
 I feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I were dead.
 If my will comes tomorrow it will be a long time
 And I'll rise, not fall, and I'll die on Codine.
 And it's real, and it's real
 One more time.
 When I was a young boy,
 I learned not to kill
 For whiskey and colic,
 I happened to swear.
 My mother and father
 Said whiskey's cursed.
 But the fate that they had
 Was a million times worse.
 And it's real, and it's real
 One more time.
 Stay away from the city
 Stay away from the town
 Stay away from the men
 Pushing Codine around.
 Stay away from the stores
 Where the remedies you will find
 For better your pain
 Than be caught on Codine
 And it's real, and it's real
 One more time.