He said, "Hey old man, I got something for you
It'll get you real high for a dollar or two"
Standing there on the street
Where a lemonade stand used to be
Well, the old man he just kind-of laughed
He said, "I've had a whole lot stronger than that
But I was growing up, man
We had the good drugs"
I was drug at church every Sunday morning
Drug out to help my momma in the garden
I was drug behind the woodshed
When I did something wrong
I was drug up to Mrs. Holly's house
When my baseball busted her window out
I stayed high on grass
Cause I had to mow her lawn
I'm afraid that yours won't get me high enough
I was raised on the good drugs
Well, the old man said, "I know who you are
You're the reason the schools have bars
Crack heads and junkies, and needles in the park"
He said, "Shut up, fool!", and he showed him his gun
"Go get your kids, so I can sell them some"
The old man took his coat off and said
Son, I think you should know
I was drug to Vietnam in '67
Drug to hell in Hanoi prison
I was drug out of the jungle
By the hundred and first Airborne
This corner's just another bunker
I've been up against a whole lot tougher
And I'll sell lemonade here
The day this war is won
It's funny how what you'll die for
Clears right up
When you're raised on the good drugs
Now everybody knows I can't control
When the flashbacks come
They'll say I'm not responsible
For what I've done
Not anything I've done"
He said, "You're crazy ole man"
"That's what I'm going to tell him, son"
I was raised on the good drugs
All hopped up on the good drugs
I was raised on the good drugs
I was raised on the good drugs