I got a belly full of you and that Leavenworth stuff

Now I'm gonna get out and I'm gonna get tough

You've been lying to me, how could you crawl so low?

I come home last night full a fifth of Old Crow

You said you goin' to your Ma's, but where the hell did you go?

You went and slipped out nights, you didn't think that I'd know

Well, I would bet you as far as Oklahoma by now

The dogs are barking out back and you're knittin' your brow

Well, I'm on your tail, sussed your M.O

From some gin-soaked boy that you don't know