gin soaked boy

I got a belly full of youand that
Leavenworth stuffnow
I'm gonna get out
And I'm gonna get toughyou been lying to me
How could you crawl so lowwith some gin-soaked boythat you don't know
I come home last nightfull a fifth of
Old Crowyou said you goin' to your ma'sbut where the hell did you goyou went and slipped out nightsyou didn't think that
I 'd knowwith somegin-soaked boy that you don't know
Well I would bet you as faras
Oklahoma by nowthe dogs are barking out backand you're knittin' your browwell
I'm on your tail
I sussed your
M.O.from some gin-soaked boyboy that you don't know