Drug Problem

I hear people talkin' about going "cold turkey"

Dryin' out, checkin' into Betty Ford

But I just can't relate to all those strange addictions

Cuz my drug problem never went ignored

You see I was drug to Church on Sunday Morning

I was drug to family reunions

I was drug to Grandpa's farm to work every summer

And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals

I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)

I was drug by my ears when I was bad

When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher

I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad

And those drugs are still running through my veins

Still affecting everything I do and say

And if kids today had those kind of drug problems

I believe the world would be a better place

I won't claim I grew up to be perfect (far from it)

But every time I start to make a slip

I can see Daddy reaching for the good book

And hear those prayers roll from Mama's lips

That's why I count my blessings every evening

And pray to the good Lord up above

And thank him for giving me a drug problem

And a home and a family filled with love

Yea, I was drug to Church on Sunday Morning

I was drug to family reunions

I was drug to Grandpa's farm to work every summer

And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals

I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)

I was drug by my ears when I was bad

When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher

I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad

And those drugs are still running through my veins

Still affecting everything I do and say

And if kids today had those kind of drug problems

I believe the world would be a better place