Remedy - Jennifer Knapp

in my blood the sun of a Kansas sky

turn the Flint Hills gold

and burn them dry

o, the roads i had to take

to make good my escape

Tornado Alley, don’t i know

you well i shoulda known better

than to build my house in hell

o, the bones i had to break

to make my home in such a place

i think i need a doctor

with a shot to cure me

whisky or a bullet, please

a shot to be my remedy

you’ve be around my

neck so burdensome

you say i’ve changed

you rule what i’ve become

o, the bones i had to break

to fit into your perfect space

i think i need a doctor

with a shot to cure me

whiskey or a bullet, please

a shot to be my remedy

vanity: you’ve been hard to track

i wast my youth on you and i want

it back

o, the bones i’ve yet to break

i’m growing old

i need a home

i need a cure to stop this pain

i think i need a doctor

with a shot to cure me

whiskey or a bullet please

a shot to be my remedy