gin soaked boy

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