Remedy

In my blood the sun of a Kansas sky
Turn the Flint Hills gold
And burn them dry
O, the roads I had to take
To make good my escape

Tornado Alley, don't I know you well
I should have known better
Than to build my house in hell
O, the bones I had to break
To make my home in such a place

I think I need a doctor
With a shot to cure me
Whiskey or a bullet, please
A shot to be my remedy

You've been around my
Neck so burdensome
You say I've changed
You rule what I've become
O, the bones I had to break
To fit into your perfect space

I think I need a doctor
With a shot to cure me
Whiskey or a bullet, please
A shot to be my remedy, ooh-ooh

Vanity, oh, you've been hard to track
I waste my youth on you and I want it back
O, the bones I've yet to break
I'm growing old
I need a home
I need a cure to stop this pain

I think I need a doctor
With a shot to cure me
Whiskey or a bullet please
A shot to be my remedy

Oh, I think I need a doctor
With a shot to cure me
Whiskey or a bullet please
A shot to be my remedy



Credits
Writer(s): Jennifer Knapp
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