I'm Gettin High

Some ladies like gold and diamonds

And my sweet thing she's five and dimin'

And even though we ain't thriving

We're just happy to be surviving

And I, I'm getting high

Oh yes, and I'm, I'm getting by

And yes, and I, I'm getting high

Song writers they got stories to tell

About how their lives have been a living hell

I'm writing this song up here in this jail

'Cause I ain't got no money for to make my bail

The lawman says that I gotta pay

So I'ma sit it out about two or three days

I got a girl that I keep on the side

And come early morning she'll be my ride

And I'm, I'm getting high

Oh yes, and I'm, I'm getting by

And yes, and I, I'm getting high

Told my friends I'm a lot like you

I ain't got no money and my rents past due

Still I'm drinkin' that cold Mountain Dew

Smoking that stuff that my brother grew

When your life is all music and rhymes

It sure helps you make it through those rough times

And even though I'm down on my luck

And the repo man just drove off my with my truck

And I'm, I'm getting high

Oh yes, and I'm, I'm getting by

And yes, and I, I'm getting high

Oh yes, and I, I'm getting by

And yes, and I, I'm getting high