REEL, REEL, ONE MORE TIME (THE CODINE SONG)
(learned from Bob Furnbach in the 1960s)
There's a cravin' in my belly, there's an aching in my head
When I was a young girl I learned not to care
You forget about women, you forget about men,
Stay away from the city, stay away from the town,
If I die tomorrow there's one thing I've done,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
Feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I was dead,
If I live till tomorrow it'll be a long time,
And I'll reel and I'll fall and I'll rise on codine,
'Cause it's reel, reel, one more time.
From whiskey and wine I often did swear,
My mammy and pappy said that drinkin's a curse,
But the fate of their darlin' is a hundred times worse,
And it's reel, reel, one more time.
You try it just once, and you'll try it again,
You forget about livin', you forget about time,
And you'll live out your life as a slave to codine,
And it's reel, reel, one more time.
Stay away from the man pushin' codine around,
Stay away from the place where you the remedies find,
For it's better be dead than be caught on codine,
And it's reel, reel, one more time.
I've heeded the warnin' I got when I was young,
The one satisfaction I have as I sink
Is that I lived out my life without bendin' to drink,
And it's reel, reel, one more time.