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Bellamy Brothers lyrics : "Drug Problem"

I hear people talkin' 'bout goin' cold turkey
Dryin' out checkin' into Betty Ford
But I just can't relate to all those strange addictions

'Cause my drug problem never went ignored

You see I was drug to church on Sunday mornings

I was drug to family reunions
I was drug to Grandpa's farm to work every summer
And I was drug to weddings and to funerals


I was drug out the door to go to school every day
I was drug by my ears when I was bad

When I disobeyed my parents or my teachers
I was drug to the woodshed by my dad


And those drugs are still runnin' through my veins
Still affecting everything I do and say
And if kids today had those kind of drug problems

I believe the world would be a better place

[Instrumental]


And I won't claim I grew up to be perfect - far from it
But every time I start to make a slip

I can see Daddy reachin' for the Good Book
And hear those prayers roll from Mamma's lips


And that's why I count my blessings every evenin'
And pray to the Good Lord up above
Thank Him for giving me a drug problem

And a home and a family filled with love

Yeah I was drug to church on Sunday mornings

I was drug to family reunions
I was drug to Grandpa's farm to work every summer
And I was drug to weddings and to funerals


I was drug out the door to go to school every day
I was drug by my ears when I was bad

When I disobeyed my parents or my teachers
I was drug to the woodshed by my dad


And those drugs are still runnin' through my veins
Still affecting everything I do and say
And if kids today had those kind of drug problems

I believe the world would be a better place

You see I was drug to church on Sunday mornings

I was drug to family reunions
I was drug to Grandpa's farm to work every summer
And I was drug to weddings and to funerals


I was drug out the door to go to school every day
I was drug by my ears when I was bad [fade out]


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