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 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