Got an achin' in my stomach, got a cravin' in my head I feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I were dead If I lived till tomorrow, it'll be a long time And I'll rise and I'll fall and I'll die on codine And it's real, and it's real, one more time When I was a young boy, I learned not to care From whiskey and frolic, I often did swear My mother and father said whiskey's a curse But the fate of their baby was a million times worse And it's real, and it's real, one more time Stay away from the city, stay away from the town Stay away from the men pushin' codine around Stay away from the stores where the remedies you'll find For better your pain than be caught on codine And it's real, real, one more time