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Back in December of 79
His mama gave birth to a black kid, a child
Lived on a dirt road and an old double-wide
Raised on a TV with some wide ratio pride
He's older, no wiser, and he does as he will
He's behind a barn, huffing gas for the thrill
His white pal rode through his small southern town
He caught a sniff and he chased it on down
Yeah, cry me a river, sing me your tune
You hurt everyone who has ever loved you
The devil himself ain't got nothing on you
You're helping from nowhere
With them old cocaine blues
Yeah, dealing and stealing is a life that he chose
With all his potential going straight up his nose
He'd trade his body just to answer the call
From the demons that hold him with his back to the wall
Deep down in the depths of a wretched man's soul
Where the sweet rock of ages would just love to take hold
Yeah, the graveyard or the prison man would suit this boy fine
'Cause he would run over Jesus just to do one more line
Yeah, cry me a river, sing me your tune
You hurt everyone who has ever loved you
The devil himself ain't got nothing on you
You're helping from nowhere
With them old cocaine blues