I hear people talkin’ about going “cold turkey”   Dryin’ out, checkin’ into Betty Ford   But I just can’t relate to all those strange addictions   'Cause my drug problem never went ignored.      Chorus:   You see I was drug to Church on Sunday morning   I was drug to family reunions   I was drug to Grandpa’s farm to work every summer   And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals   I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)   I was drug by my ears when I was bad   When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher   I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad   And those drugs are still running through my veins   Still affecting everything I do and say   And if kids today had those kind of drug problems   I believe the world would be a better place.      --- Instrumental ---      I won’t claim I grew up to be perfect (far from it)   But every time I start to make a slip   I can see Daddy reaching for the good book   And hear those prayers roll from Mama’s lips.      That’s why I count my blessings every evening   And pray to the good Lord up above   And thank him for giving me a drug problem   And a home and a family filled with love.      Chorus:   Yea, I was drug to Church on Sunday morning   I was drug to family reunions   I was drug to Grandpa’s farm to work every summer   And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals   I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)   I was drug by my ears when I was bad   When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher   I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad   And those drugs are still running through my veins   Still affecting everything I do and say   And if kids today had those kind of drug problems   I believe the world would be a better place.      Chorus:   You see, I was drug to Church on Sunday Morning   I was drug to family reunions   I was drug to Grandpa’s farm to work every summer   And I was drugged to weddings and to funerals   I was drug out the door to go to school (everyday)   I was drug by my ears when I was bad   When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher...