This here is a song about methamphetamine and
Killing people
A song about North-Texas where I grew up
Where I-35 goes into Oklahoma
At one point we were
The number 3 methamphetamine producing county in the entire state
Guess you gotta be proud of something
Sun goes down, my cousin comes and gets me out off bed
Seen too many sunsets smelling like crystal meth
We be cooking on the back roads, on our grandpa's land
Everywhere my cousin went, he always looked his best
Had those pursed up shirts
And them snake-skin boots
And that .45 revolver he knew how to shoot
Because he'd been raised by Cherokee in Lone Grove, Oklahoma
Grandma took him because his mama left
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We finished the batch, my cousin, he'd haul it to Ardmore
He'd hustle and flow, get the most that he could for it
2 weeks went by my cousin never showed
Grandma called the police told them what he wore
Had that pursed up shirt
And them snake-skin boots
And that .45 revolver he knew how to shoot
Because he'd been raised by Cherokee in Lone Grove, Oklahoma
Grandma took him because his mama left
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We found my cousin dead, he was floating in the Red River
Somebody robbed him, just to get their quiver
They shot him in the head, so I don't think it hurt
Know what we dressed him in when we dragged him into the dirt
He had that pursed up shirts
And them snake-skin boots
And that .45 revolver he knew how to shoot
Because he'd been raised by Cherokee in Lone Grove, Oklahoma
Grandma took him because his mama left
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Had that pursed up shirts
And them snake-skin boots
And that .45 revolver he knew how to shoot
Because he'd been raised by Cherokee in Lone Grove, Oklahoma
Grandma took him because his mama left
His mama left
His mama left