Sunday Morning Coming Down

Welcome to Church of the Rock. We are pleased to see you here this morning, on such uberglorious critical mass meeting of the mind, body and spirit, a virtual call to arms for the sick and confused. We wish you desperation and a bottomless Christmas, & another happy blue year notched on your black bible belt of insanity.

We ask you to please rise, open your hymnals and join us in reading of song. Turn now to page 80, which will be followed by page 808 parts c and d. Come, stay, lay or pray, whatever happens, keep those toes a-tappin'!

All together now...

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Well my daddy worked in the coal mine

'Till the company shut it down

Then he sat around and drank hisself blind
'Till we put him back underground

Now nothin' grows on this mountain

And what's a poor boy to do?

Except to wander these hills forgotten

With the oxycontin blues

Well I never cared much for whiskey

'Cause it only made daddy mean

Wrapped a little bit tight they tell me

For the methamphetamine

Then my cousin came up from Knoxville

And he taught me a thing or two

Now I'm headed nowhere but downhill

With the oxycontin blues

Got a dollar bill in my pocket

Got a half a tank in my truck

I'm gonna go and pawn grandma's locket

Hell, maybe it'll change my luck

Ain't nothin' gonna be right no how

'Cause I know I can't ever lose

This devil that's draggin' me down

Called the oxycontin blues

(Steve Earle*Oxycontin Blues*Washington Square Serenade)