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.
