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Backstory:

These kind of "drugs" build character!                                                                                                                                              

Lyrics:

                                                  
DRUG
C2016 Donna Opfer/Joe Bizelli

Sunday mornings came too early    
Mom would yell get dressed and hurry  
I’d say why can’t we just pray at home   
But she’d give me that look and off we’d go   
Took years before I understood 
I was drug around for my own good, yeah   
	
CH 1	I was drug to church and baseball/softball practice  
	Places I didn’t wanna be   
	Drug back to the store I stole from   
	With my half-eaten sucker and apology   
	Ev’ry lesson laced with love    
	Makes me thankful I was drug   

I was scared the ball would hit me  
So when I told dad I quit, he   
Said the coach and team are countin’ on you     
To step up to the plate and see this through   
Back then I had no way to know   
All the reasons why he forced me to go    
 
CH 2	I was drug to church and baseball/softball practice  
	Places I didn’t wanna be  
	Drug down to the principal’s office  
	Where I got a detention for skippin’ P.E.
	Every lesson laced with love  
	Makes me thankful I was drug 
	
		Those drugs help make me who I am    
		A better person because of them   
		All ‘cause

CH 3	I was drug to wakes and piano lessons  
	Places I didn’t wanna be  
	Drug off to fam’ly reunions  
	And drug out to the garden to pull up weeds   
	Every lesson laced with love 
	Makes me thankful I was drug