Calico County
Lyrics Steve Earle

Written by: Steve Earle

Produced by: Steve Earle, Ray Kennedy

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Half a case of cold pills soakin' in a milk jug
Hydrochloric acid iodine and phosphorous
Careful not to get any on ya when you shake it up
That's the way we cook it up in Calico County

Calico County

Born in a double wide out behind the county dump
Mama never told me why daddy didn't live with us
Only picture I had he's climbin' on a prison bus
Stencil on his back said Calico County

Calico County

My little brother Bobby stole a Coca-Cola truck
Drove it through the cemetery, Bobby doesn't give a f*ck
Thirteen tombstones, fifty-seven hundred bucks
Ain't that much money in Calico County

Calico County

Outta here someday ain't that what I used to say?
Army wouldn't take me so I guess I'm gonna have to stay
Friday night dogfight suckin' on a meth pipe
Until I lay me down to die in Calico County

Calico County
Calico County

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