I got a belly full of you And that leavenworth stuff Now I'm gonna get out And I'm gonna get tough You been lying to me How could you crawl so low With some gin-soaked boy That you don't know
I come home last night Full a filth of old crow You said you goin' to your ma's But where the hell did you go You went and slipped out nights You didn't think that I'd know With some Gin-soaked boy that you don't know
Well I would bet you as far As oklahoma by now The dogs are barking out back And you're knittin' your brow Well I'm on your tail I sussed your m.o. From some gin-soaked boy Boy that you don't know
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