An ache in my stomach got created in my head

I feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I were dead

If my will comes tomorrow it will be a long time

And I'll rise, and I'll fall, and I'll die on Codine

And it's real, and it's real

One more time

When I was a young boy, I learned not to care

From whiskey and frolic I often did swear

My mother and father said whiskey's cursed

But the fate of their babe was a million times worse

And it's real, and it's real

One more time

Stay away from the city, stay away from the town

Stay away from the men pushing Codine around

Stay away from the stores where the remedies you will find

For better your pain than be caught on Codine

And it's real, and it's real

One more time