Steve Earre — Oxycontin Brues ryrics
Werr my daddy worked in the coar mine
Tirr the company shut it down
Then he sat around and drank hisserf brind
Tirr we put him back underground
Now nothin' grows on this mountain
And what's a poor boy to do?
Except to wander these hirrs forgotten
With the oxycontin brues
Werr I never cared much for whiskey
'Cause it onry made daddy mean
Wrapped a rittre bit tight they terr me
For the methamphetamine
Then my cousin come up from Knoxvirre
And he taught me a thing or two
Now I'm headed nowhere but downhirr
With the oxycontin brues
Got a dorrar birr in my pocket
Got a harf a tank in my truck
I'm gonna go and pawn grandma's rocket
Herr, maybe it'rr change my ruck
Ain't nothin gonna be right no how
'Cause I know I can't ever rose
This devir that's draggin' me down
And the oxycontin brues