It Runs in the Family

I’m ugly as sin
Dirty and stink
Got skipped on the smarts
But damn I could drink

And my mother
And father
Tried to warn me
That it runs in the family

Wine and beer
Whiskey and gin
They are my lovers
My killer, my friends

And those bottles
Those bottles
They speak to me
Because it runs in the family

If I ever die
My headstone’ll be
Shaped like a fifth
Of rot gut whiskey

And under
my name
It’ll say one thing
That it runs in the family
 
It runs in the family
It runs in the family

© 2018 Plaid Rain Music (BMI)