HEROIN ADDICT SISTER
(by Elizabeth Cook)



She asked for her mama’s bathrobe

And a pot of potato soup

She’s gonna dry out this time if it kills her

She wants the whole family in the loop

She can outsmart death like a stuntman

She’s a cat with 99 lives

She’s my heroin addict sister

And I’ve known her all my life

SHE’S MY HEROIN ADDICT SISTER

AND I HATE TO SEE HER GO

AND I HATE TO SEE HER HOLDIN ON

AT THE END OF THE SAME OLE ROPE

She pushes a tiny needle

It’s like the devil’s DNA

It takes her somewhere she’s just gotta go

But can’t afford to stay

She stripped for a while in Connecticut

Got married at least 5 times

Every one of them men was crazy about her

So she married a couple of em twice

She’s a certified underwater welder

She can cook, clean, and crochet

She can flash a smile from her sweet weary soul

That’ll melt all your doubts away

SHE’S MY HEROIN ADDICT SISTER

AND I HATE TO SEE HER GO

AND I HATE TO SEE HER HOLDIN ON

AT THE END OF THE SAME OLE ROPE

She’s high at the homeless shelter

When she’s had it out with my niece

She don’t notice the holes in her clothes

Or perverted Orlando police

I’ve been so mad I wanted to kill her

So worried I had to cry

Such crazy stories I can’t help but laugh

So scared of when she’s gonna die

She called outside of Atlanta

Been dodging them big ole trucks

Ya know she cleaned up in Tennessee one time before

She just needs a couple hundred bucks

And she just needs to be with us

We all say thank God mama

Ain’t here to go through it this time

She’s in heaven telling them Macon County cops

Better give her baby a ride

And they got to her just in time

SHE’S MY HEROINE ADDICT SISTER

AND I HATE TO SEE HER GO

AND I HATE TO SEE HER HOLDIN ON

AT THE END OF THE SAME OLE ROPE

AT THE END OF THE SAME OLE ROPE,

ALWAYS AT THE END OF HER ROPE