Drug Problem

I hear people talkin' about going "cold turkey"
 Dryin' out, checkin' into Betty Ford
 But I just can't relate to all those strange addictions
 'Cause my drug problem never went ignored.
 You see I was drug to Church on Sunday morning
 I was drug to family reunions
 I was drug to Grandpa's farm to work every summer
 And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals
 I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)
 I was drug by my ears when I was bad
 When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher
 I was drug to the wood she'd by my Dad
 And those drugs are still running through my veins
 Still affecting everything I do and say
 And if kids today had those kind of drug problems
 I believe the world would be a better place.
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 I won't claim I grew up to be perfect (far from it)
 But every time I start to make a slip
 I can see Daddy reaching for the good book
 And hear those prayers roll from Mama's lips.
 That's why I count my blessings every evening
 And pray to the good Lord up above
 And thank him for giving me a drug problem
 And a home and a family filled with love.
 Yea, I was drug to Church on Sunday morning
 I was drug to family reunions
 I was drug to Grandpa's farm to work every summer
 And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals
 I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)
 I was drug by my ears when I was bad
 When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher
 I was drug to the wood she'd by my Dad
 And those drugs are still running through my veins
 Still affecting everything I do and say
 And if kids today had those kind of drug problems
 I believe the world would be a better place.
 You see, I was drug to Church on Sunday Morning
 I was drug to family reunions
 I was drug to Grandpa's farm to work every summer
 And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals
 I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)
 I was drug by my ears when I was bad
 When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher...