Percocet and Adderall Nicotine and alcohol Throwing dishes down the hall Bad decisions tried 'em all I'm turning off the radio I can't take it anymore I started singin' Curtis Loew I need a little rock and roll You told me to be good Lord knows I tried But that dress don't fit It's way too tight Oh, you can shine me up You can whittle me down But, oh, what's underneath you can't scrub out It's in my throat It's in my bones It's on my boots And in my blood That Ozark streak sure runs deep And it sticks to me Like that Arkansas Mud Smith and Wesson Cottonmouth Daughter of the Hungry South Romans 3 and 23 And don't you point your book at me Oh, you told me to be good Lord knows I tried But that dog don't hunt That bitch will bite Oh, you can shine me up You can whittle me down But, oh, what's underneath you can't scrub out It's in my throat It's in my bones It's on my boots And in my blood That Ozark streak sure runs deep And it sticks to me Like that Arkansas Mud Oh, you can shine me up You can whittle me down But, oh, what's underneath you can't scrub out It's in my throat It's in my bones On my boots And in my blood That Ozark streak sure runs deep And it sticks to me Oh, it sticks to me Oh, you can shine me up You can whittle me down But, oh, what's underneath you can't scrub out It's in my throat It's in my bones And on my boots And in my blood That Ozark streak sure runs deep And it sticks to me Like that Arkansas Mud
