Codine - Gram Parsons

Well my belly’s a cravin

I got a shakin' in my head

I feel like I’m dyin'

And I wish I was dead

If I live till tomorrow

That’ll be a long time

And I’ll reel and fall

And come down from codine

And it’s real

It’s real

One more time

Well when I was a little boy

I learned not to care

For whiskey confronted

I often did swear

Well my parents they told me

«That whiskey’s a curse»

But the fate of their baby

Was a million times worse

And it’s real

It’s real

One more time

You’ll forget about women

You’ll forget about men

Try it just once

And you’ll try it again

You’ll forget about livin'

You’ll forget about time

And spend the rest of your days

As a slave to codine

Stay away from your cities

Stay away from your town

Stay away from the man

Pushin codine around

Stay away from your stores

Where the remedy’s fine

Stay away from the man

Who’s got dope on his mind

And it’s real

It’s real

One more time

Stick a fire down low

You know is one thing I’ve done

I heeded the warning

That I got when I was young

And my one satisfaction

Only comes when I think

That I’ll wait out my days

Not forbidden to drink

And my belly’s a cravin'

I got a shakin' in my head

I feel like I’m dyin'

And I wish I was dead

If I live till tomorrow

That’ll be a long time

And I’ll reel and I’ll fall

And I’ll die on codine

And it’s real

It’s real

One more time

And it’s real

Oh, it’s real

No more time