In my blood the sun of a Kansas sky Turn the Flint Hills gold And burn them dry O, the roads I had to take To make good my escape Tornado Alley, don't I know you well I should have known better Than to build my house in hell O, the bones I had to break To make my home in such a place I think I need a doctor With a shot to cure me Whiskey or a bullet, please A shot to be my remedy You've been around my Neck so burdensome You say I've changed You rule what I've become O, the bones I had to break To fit into your perfect space I think I need a doctor With a shot to cure me Whiskey or a bullet, please A shot to be my remedy, ooh-ooh Vanity, oh, you've been hard to track I waste my youth on you and I want it back O, the bones I've yet to break I'm growing old I need a home I need a cure to stop this pain I think I need a doctor With a shot to cure me Whiskey or a bullet please A shot to be my remedy Oh, I think I need a doctor With a shot to cure me Whiskey or a bullet please A shot to be my remedy