The Real American Dream
Well I'll make my money
On methamphetamine
Drive down to liquor store
And drink till I can't see
And when they ask me why
I'll simply stop and say
Nothing feels as free as living this way
Well I tried corn whiskey
To try to get my fix
But I found me and moonshine
Just didn't mix
So I cranked up my truck
And drove it into town
And sold that copper line
For a few bucks a pound
I wound up at the drug store
I bought some Sudafed
I took it back home
Mixed it with the rest
Found my self sitting
On a gold mine
I knew that I'd be rich
In a matter of time
Well I'll make my money
On methamphetamine
Drive down to liquor store
And drink till I can't see
And when they ask me why
I'll simply stop and say
Nothing feels as free as living this way
Now some folks might
Feel sorry for me
But I don't need pity
I'm just being me
So don't judge till you've walked
A mile in my shoes
Caude I ain't the one
Singing the amphetamine blues
Well I'll make my money
On methamphetamine
Drive down to liquor store
And drink till I can't see
And when they ask me why
I'll simply stop and say
Nothing feels as free as living this way
On methamphetamine
Drive down to liquor store
And drink till I can't see
And when they ask me why
I'll simply stop and say
Nothing feels as free as living this way
Well I tried corn whiskey
To try to get my fix
But I found me and moonshine
Just didn't mix
So I cranked up my truck
And drove it into town
And sold that copper line
For a few bucks a pound
I wound up at the drug store
I bought some Sudafed
I took it back home
Mixed it with the rest
Found my self sitting
On a gold mine
I knew that I'd be rich
In a matter of time
Well I'll make my money
On methamphetamine
Drive down to liquor store
And drink till I can't see
And when they ask me why
I'll simply stop and say
Nothing feels as free as living this way
Now some folks might
Feel sorry for me
But I don't need pity
I'm just being me
So don't judge till you've walked
A mile in my shoes
Caude I ain't the one
Singing the amphetamine blues
Well I'll make my money
On methamphetamine
Drive down to liquor store
And drink till I can't see
And when they ask me why
I'll simply stop and say
Nothing feels as free as living this way
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Writer(s): Caleb Pettis
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