Methamphetamine

Times they ain't like nothing they use to beFrom Rocky Mount to northeast TennesseeWhere the river flows with a dusty coal diseaseAnd the babies whine cause they can't find nothing to eatBut mama she ain't hungry no moreShe's waiting for a knock on the trailer door(Chorus)It's gonna rock you like a hurricaneIt's gonna rock you 'til you lose sleepIt's gonna rock you 'til you're out of a jobIt's gonna rock you 'til you're out on the streetIt's gonna rock you 'til you're down on your kneesIt's gonna have you beggin' pretty pleaseIt's gonna rock you like a hurricaneMethamphetamineDon't need no PHD for a hundred dollar carJust find a crooked cop and that doctor disregardCause when it's either the mine or the Kentucky National GuardI'd rather sell him a line then be dieing in the coal yardNow papa he ain't hungryno moreHe's waiting for a knock on the trailer door(Chorus)Well it's a war out there and it's fought by poor white menFrom the Plateau to the falls of the CumberlandYou better watch your back cause you just can't trust a friendCause the method man is gonna get you in the endSo listen to the whispering windIt sounds like a big storm rolling in(Chorus)