Percocet and Adderall
Nicotine and alcohol
Throwin' dishes down the hall
Bad decisions, tried 'em all

I'm turning off the radio
I can't take it anymore
Started singin' Curtis Loew
I need a little rock and roll

You told me to be good
Lord knows I tried
But that dress don't fit
It's way too tight

Oh, you can shine me up
You can whittle me down
But, oh, what's underneath
You can't scrub out?

It's in my throat, it's in my bones
It's on my boots, and in my blood
That Ozark streak sure runs deep
And it sticks to me
Like that, Arkansas Mud

Smith and Wesson, Cottonmouth
Daughter of the Hungry South
Romans three and 23
And don't you point your book at me

Oh, you told me to be good
Lord knows I tried
But that dog don't hunt
That bitch will bite

Oh, you can shine me up
You can whittle me down
But, oh, what's undеrneath
You can't scrub out?

It's in my throat, it's in my bones
It's on my boots, and in my blood
That Ozark streak surе runs deep
And it sticks to me
Like that, Arkansas Mud

Oh, you can shine me up
You can whittle me down
But, oh, what's underneath
You can't scrub out?

It's in my throat, it's in my bones
On my boots, and in my blood
That Ozark streak sure runs deep
And it sticks to me
Oh, it sticks to me

Oh, you can shine me up
You can whittle me down
But, oh, what's underneath
You can't scrub out?

It's in my throat, it's in my bones
It's on my boots, and in my blood
That Ozark streak sure runs deep
And it sticks to me
Like that, Arkansas Mud