When I was a young boy I sniffed a lot of glue Mom sent me to rehab, they told me what to do We didn't have much money; the lord picked up the tab They made me write him love songs, sitting in my room
Now I just drink whiskey and drive around my friends Get a haircut, get a job, maybe born again And if you're living badly, we'll tell you how to live Dead, drunk, and nakedâ?¦
If you're out there listening, I just want you to know I been doing just fine, psychiatrists tell me so My scars are patched up; my arms have almost healed My demons almost tranquilized, my pains almost killed
Me and old Jack Daniel's, become the best of friends We got all them Baptist's to die for our sins I know the lord is coming The South will rise again! (Dead, drunk, and naked)
Daddy used to tell me, everything comes down to what they say about you when you're not around And I wish that he was here now, I'm sure he would be proud No one talks about me; the voices are too loud.
So if you come to see me, I'm sure you'll be impressed By how well I'm behaving and how well I'm dressed If you come to see me, hope you're coming soon
Dead, drunk, and naked
Writer/s: BRAD MORGAN, EARL HICKS, MIKE COOLEY, PATTERSON HOOD, ROB MALONE
Publisher: WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
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Chris from South Bend, InSorry to say that Patterson Hood has said many, many times in concert, it is about "Guy he used to work in a pizza place with how was the poster child for why you should not sniff glue in jr. high school. He's a fine man, hell of a guitar player, and the worst damn pizza cook."