Lynyrd Skynyrd :: :: Junkie




  
   Disillusions fillin' my head
  Never happy, I wished I was dead
  Can't remember things I used to know
  Take another hit Lord, let the four winds blow
  Junkie, junkie man
  
  Feel so lonely, I wish I could cry
  Suicidal, not man enough to die
  Can't remember ever feelin' this low
  Take another hit babe, here I go
  Junkie, junkie man
  
  Yonder come a man, Lord he's got my snow
  Help me out babe, get down low
  But I can't remember things I used to know
  The Lord knows I'm to blame.
  Take another hit Lord,
  And let the four winds blow
  Junkie, junkie man