Drug Problem Lyrics

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 'Cause my drug problem never went ignored.
Chorus: 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 she'd 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.
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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.
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/drug-problem-lyrics-bellamy-brothers.html ] 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.
Chorus: 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 she'd 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.
Chorus: 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...