I walked by just an hour ago
I told my friends I'd lost control
With a bottle of moonshine and some pills off the shelf
I'd rather die than be myself

I hear those songs on the radio
About how love is gonna save the world
But any fool knows it's not like that
You gotta give a little this before you take her there

Oooooh

My little Marie works in the general store
I left her heart in pieces on the floor
Say her poppa if you're gonna marry a schmuck like that
You can pack up your bags and don't bother coming back

I'm heading down that railway track
I ain't never gonna turn back
With a bottle of moonshine and some pills off the shelf
I'd rather die than be myself
Than be myself

Oooooh