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| Lyrics |
Rolled down the window doin' 95
Threw out the baggies
From the passenger side
Always sold more
Than I could use
I fell in a hole
I got the meth lab blues
There was a time cops were okay
Now I'm afraid - stay out of their way
They can see that
I got nothing to lose
On my second offense
I got the meth lab blues
From Virginia to Kansas
California to Maine
No sleepin' still tweakin
Paranoid and insane
I'm stuck in this trailer
Mixing the stuff
For people who'd kill me
If I don't make enough
God help me I'd stop if only I could
Too little too late to do any good
Know I'm killing myself
And other hell bound fools
So don't come sniffin' round here
I got the meth lab blues
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| Description |
Short Song Description:
A meth dealer who becomes addicted and enslaved. |
Long Song Description:
The story of a meth dealer who becomes addicted to meth and enslaved by bigger and more dangerous dealers. |
Story Behind the Song:
I was thinking about how the use of meth has spread across the country, the criminal element responsible for it, and how addiction and enslavement are similar. |
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| Credits |
| Lyric Credits: Sandra Palmer |
| Music Credits: Sandra Palmer |
| Producer Credits: Sandra Palmer |
| Publisher Credits: Buffalo Kitten |
| Performance Credits: Sandra Palmer |
| Label Credits: Buffalo Kitten |
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| Metadata |
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Song Length: 3:52
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Primary Genre: Blues-Rock
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Secondary Genre: Rock-General
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Tempo / Feel: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
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Lead Vocal: Female Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: Addiction
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Subject Matter 2: Crime, Theft
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Mood 1: Disturbed
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Mood 2: Troubled
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Similar Artist 1: Susan Tedeshi
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Similar Artist 2: Dire Straits
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Language: English
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Era: 2000 and later
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