text: I got a belly full of you and that Leavenworth stuff
  Now Im gonna get out and Im gonna get tough
  Youve been lying to me, how could you crawl so low?
  With some gin-soaked boy that you dont know
  I come home last night full a fifth of Old Crow
  You said you goin to your Mas, but where the hell did you go?
  You went and slipped out nights, you didnt think that Id know
  With some gin-soaked boy that you dont know
  Well I would bet you as far as Oklahoma by now
  The dogs are barking out back and youre knittin your brow
  Well, Im on your tail, I sussed your M.O
  From some gin-soaked boy that you dont know