Verse 1 E I hear people talking About going cold turkey A E Trying out, checking in to Betty Ford A E F#m But I just can't relate to those strange addictions B7 E Cause my drug problems never went ignored Chorus E A E You see, I was drug to church on Sunday morning E A E I was drug to family reunions A E F#m I was drug to grandpa's farm to work every summer A B7 And I was drug to weddings and to funerals E A E I was drug out the door to go to school, everyday E A E I was drug by my ears when I was bad A E F#m When I disobeyed, my parents were my teachers A B7 I was drug to the woodshed by my Dad E A E And those drugs are still running through my veins E A E Still effecting what I do and say A E F#m And if kids today had those kind of drug problems A B7 E I believe the world would be a better place Instrumental E A E B7 E Verse 2 E A E I won't claim I grew up to be perfect, far from it E A E But every time I start to make a slip A E I can see Daddy reaching for the Good Book A B7 And hear those payers role from Mamma's lips E A E And that's why I count my blessings every evening E A E And pray to the good Lord up above A E F#m To thank him for giving me a drug problem A B7 E And a home and a family filled with love Chorus (x2) E A E You see, I was drug to church on Sunday morning E A E I was drug to family reunions A E F#m I was drug to grandpa's farm to work every summer A B7 And I was drug to weddings and to funerals E A E I was drug out the door to go to school, everyday E A E I was drug by my ears when I was bad A E F#m When I disobeyed, my parents were my teachers A B7 I was drug to the woodshed by my Dad E A E And those drugs are still running through my veins E A E Still effecting what I do and say A E F#m And if kids today had those kind of drug problems A B7 E I believe the world would be a better place
