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