Drug Problems

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I hear people talking

About going cold turkey
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Trying out, checking in to Betty Ford
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But I just can't relate to those strange addictions
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Cause my drug problems never went ignored

[Chorus]
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You see, I was drug to church on Sunday morning
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I was drug to family reunions
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I was drug to grandpa's farm to work every summer
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And I was drug to weddings and to funerals
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I was drug out the door to go to school, everyday
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I was drug by my ears when I was bad
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When I disobeyed, my parents were my teachers
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I was drug to the woodshed by my Dad
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And those drugs are still running through my veins
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Still effecting what I do and say
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And if kids today had those kind of drug problems
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I believe the world would be a better place

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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I won't claim I grew up to be perfect, far from it
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But every time I start to make a slip
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I can see Daddy reaching for the Good Book
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And hear those payers role from Mamma's lips
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And that's why I count my blessings every evening
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And pray to the good Lord up above
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To thank him for giving me a drug problem
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And a home and a family filled with love

[Chorus] (x2)
D                       G                 D
You see, I was drug to church on Sunday morning
D              G       D
I was drug to family reunions
G                               D           Em
I was drug to grandpa's farm to work every summer
G                                  A7
And I was drug to weddings and to funerals
D                  G                      D
I was drug out the door to go to school, everyday
D                G               D
I was drug by my ears when I was bad
G                    D               Em
When I disobeyed, my parents were my teachers
G                                 A7
I was drug to the woodshed by my Dad
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And those drugs are still running through my veins
D                      G      D
Still effecting what I do and say
G                                    D       Em
And if kids today had those kind of drug problems
   G                      A7           D
I believe the world would be a better place