How can I be drunk?
You strike with dry poison
I am possessed
Still engaged in some kind of advanced shackling
Girl you got to find you the man who
can smoke this out, Bad Medicine
Girl you got to find you the man who
can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say –
You got you a fast horse darlin
But all you do is complain it aint a Maserati.
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
but your mama aint New York she is pure
Tennessee
On a desert High-way
I am struck by my own rage
Time-bomb in his palm a finger-apple
augments this advanced shackling
Girl you got to find you the man who
can smoke this out, Bad Medicine
Girl you got to find you the man who
can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say –
You got you a fast horse darlin
but all you do is complain it aint a Maserati.
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
but your mama aint New York she is pure
cant you see your mama aint New York
she is pure Tennessee
Tennessee