I come
home last night
full
a filth 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
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