And my belly is craving, 
 I got a shakin' in my head,
 Feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I was dead.
 If I lived till tomorrow that'll be a long time,
 But I'll reel and I'll fall and rise on cod'ine
 And it's real, and it's real, one more time.

 Well, when I was a young girl I learned not to care
 About whiskey and from it I often did swear.
 My mother and father said whiskey is a curse,
 But the fate of their baby is a many times worse,
 And it's real, and it's real, one more time.

 Stay away from the cities, stay away from the towns,
 Stay away from the men pushin' the cod'ine around.
 Stay away from the stores where the remedy is fine,
 For better your pain than be caught on cod'ine,
 And it's real, and it's real, one more time.

 You'll forget you're a woman, you'll forget about men,
 Try it just once, and you'll try it again.
 You'll forget about life, you'll forget about time,
 And you'll live off your days as a slave to cod'ine.
 And it's real, and it's real, one more time.

 But if I die tomorrow, still one thing I've done,
 I'd heeded the warning that I got when I was young.
 My one satisfaction [bad word] when I think
 That I'm living my life without bendin' to drink
 And it's real, and it's real, one more time.

 And my belly is craving, I got a shaking in my head
 I feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I was dead.
 If I live till tomorrow that'll be a long time,
 For I'll reel and I'll fall and I'll die on cod'ine,
 And it's real, and it's real, one more time.