Cottonmouth

Well I can’t afford to be here
But I just can’t seem to leave
See I bought some more at the liquor store
And a bottle of the best cheap speed
Every time I go back home
The walls say less and less
If you know her whereabouts
You can tell her to kiss my ass

She’s a cottonmouth from the deep south
She’s a cannonball, she’s gonna wreck your house

Telephone the president
I’m gonna make another move
I’m gonna take a long, dog-eared drive
Right out of this bottle of blues
West, south, north or east
To stations in between
Let time decide which way to go
I’m out of New Orleans

She’s a cottonmouth from the deep south
She’s a cannonball, she’s gonna wreck your house