it's been three long years since
i've seen your face
it's been longer baby
since i felt your embrace
you know i've walked across oceans
and swam up streams
but when 11-18 come round
i'm on my knees
i need my medicine,
better than a greater sin
i never thought i'd fall this hard
as hard as i did
i thought the life of a rambling' man
would be my trip
but like old Skip cried long ago
i never missed that water
until my well went dry and cold
until it went dry and cold yeah
i need my medicine,
better than a greater sin