Gotta a achin’ in my belly, gotta craving in my head
I feel like I’m dyin’ an’ I wish I were dead
If I live till tomorrow it’ll be a long time
And I’ll rise and I’ll fall and die on codine
An’ it’s real, an’ it’s real, one more time

When I was a young boy I learned not to care
By whiskey, and frolick I often did swear
Now my mother and father said that whiskey's a curse
But the fate of their baby was million times worse
An’ it’s real, yes it’s real, one more time

(Solo)

Stay away from the city, stay away from the town
Stay away from the men pushin’ codine around
Stay away from the stores where the remedies you’ll is found
For better your pain, than to die on codine
An’ it’s real, yeah it’s real, one more time
An’ it’s real, an’ it’s real, one more time
An’ it’s real, an’ it’s real, one more time

Music & Lyrics ~ Buffy Sainte-Marie
© 1963 Universal Music Publishing Group