Well my daddy worked in the coal mine. ‘Till the company shut it down. Then he sat around and drank hisself blind. ‘Till we put him back underground. Now nothin’ grows on this mountain. And what’s a poor boy to do?. Except to wander these hills forgotten. With the oxycontin blues. Well I never cared much for whiskey. ‘Cause it only made daddy mean. Wrapped a little bit tight they tell me. For the methamphetamine. Then my cousin come up from Knoxville. And he taught me a thing or two. Now I’m headed nowhere but downhill. With the oxycontin blues. Got a dollar bill in my pocket. Got a half a tank in my truck. I’m gonna go and pawn grandma’s locket. Hell maybe it’ll change my luck. Ain’t nothin gonna be right no how. ‘Cause I know I can’t ever lose. This devil that’s draggin’ me down. And the oxycontin blues