Cod'ine - The Litter

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