Percocet and Adderall
Nicotine and alcohol
Throwin' dishes down the hall
Bad decisions, tried 'em all
I'm turning off the radio
I can't take it anymore
Started singin' Curtis Loew
I need a little rock and roll
You told me to be good
Lord knows I tried
But that dress don't fit
It's way too tight
Oh, you can shine me up
You can whittle me down
But, oh
What's underneath, you can't scrub out
It's in my throat
It's in my bones
It's on my boots
And in my blood
That Ozark streak sure runs deep
And it sticks to me
Like that Arkansas Mud
Smith and Wesson
Cottonmouth
Daughter of the Hungry South
Romans 3 and 23
And don't you point your book at me
Oh, you told me to be good
Lord knows I tried
But that dog don't hunt
That bitch will bite
Oh, you can shine me up
You can whittle me down
But, oh
What's underneath, you can't scrub out
It's in my throat
It's in my bones
It's on my boots
And in my blood
That Ozark streak sure runs deep
And it sticks to me
Like that Arkansas Mud
Oh, you can shine me up
You can whittle me down
But, oh
What's underneath, you can't scrub out
It's in my throat
It's in my bones
On my boots
And in my blood
That Ozark streak sure runs deep
And it sticks to me
Oh, it sticks to me
Oh, you can shine me up
You can whittle me down
But, oh
What's underneath, you can't scrub out
It's in my throat
It's in my bones
And on my boots
And in my blood
That Ozark streak sure runs deep
And it sticks to me
Like that Arkansas Mud
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