| Song | Coricidin Bottle |
| Artist | Ray Wylie Hubbard |
| Album | The Grifter's Hymnal |
| Said my prayers to the old black gods | |
| Tied a string around some chicken bones | |
| Set ‘em on fire and crossed my heart | |
| Tuned up the | |
| Kay and the | |
| Silvertone | |
| Rubbed my hands cross the | |
| Tolex scars | |
| Took the laces out of my tennis shoes | |
| Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum | |
| Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse | |
| Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off | |
| Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom | |
| If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you | |
| If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm | |
| I got a coricidin bottle that | |
| I use as slide | |
| And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll | |
| When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin’ | |
| Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul |
| Said my prayers to the old black gods | |
| Tied a string around some chicken bones | |
| Set ' em on fire and crossed my heart | |
| Tuned up the | |
| Kay and the | |
| Silvertone | |
| Rubbed my hands cross the | |
| Tolex scars | |
| Took the laces out of my tennis shoes | |
| Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum | |
| Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse | |
| Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off | |
| Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom | |
| If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you | |
| If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm | |
| I got a coricidin bottle that | |
| I use as slide | |
| And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll | |
| When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin' | |
| Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul |