Codine - The Leaves

Got an achin' in my stomach, got a cravin' in my head

I feel like I’m dyin' and I wish I were dead

If I lived till tomorrow, it’ll be a long time

And I’ll rise and I’ll 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 care

From whiskey and frolic, I often did swear

My mother and father said whiskey’s a curse

But the fate of their baby 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 pushin' codine around

Stay away from the stores where the remedies you’ll find

For better your pain than be caught on codine

And it’s real, real, one more time