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 fifth 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