Lyrics:

Well my belly's a cravin,
I got a shakin' in my head.
I feel like I'm dyin,
And I wish I was dead
If I live till tomorrow,
That'll be a long time,
And I'll reel and fall,
And come down from codine.

And it's real,
It's real
One more time.

Well when I was a little boy,
I learned not to care.
For whiskey confronted
I often did swear.
Well my parents they told me,
"That whiskey's a curse,"
But the fate of their baby
Was a million times worse.

And it's real,
It's real
One more time.

You'll forget about women,
You'll forget about men.
Try it just once,
And you'll try it again.
You'll forget about livin'
You'll forget about time,
And spend the rest of your days
As a slave to codine.

Stay away from your cities,
Stay away from your town.
Stay away from the man
Pushin codine around.
Stay away from your stores
Where the remedy's fine
Stay away from the man
Who's got dope on his mind.

And it's real,
It's real
One more time.

Stick a fire down low
You know is one thing I've done
I heeded the warning
That I got when I was young
And my one satisfaction
Only comes when I think
That I'll wait out my days
Not forbidden to drink.

And my belly's a cravin'
I got a shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin
And I wish I was dead.
If I live 'til tomorrow
That'll be a long time
And I'll reel and I'll fall,
And I'll die on codine.

And it's real,
It's real
One more time.

And it's real,
Oh, it's real,
No more time.