At least it’s not drugs

Verse 1

It started with a tiny pot,
just a prickly little thing,
now my house is full of needles,
it’s a cactus-growin’ fling.
They’re lined up on my windowsills,
stacked up on the rug,
I tell my worried mama,
“Hey, at least it’s not drugs.”

Chorus

I’m addicted to the spines,
the green and desert sand,
got a shovel in my truck,
and a trowel in my hand.
They call me crazy,
but I just give a shrug,
I could have worse habits,
at least it’s not drugs.

Verse 2

My friends all roll their eyes
when I bring a new one home,
a golden barrel, jumpin’ cholla,
I just can’t leave ’em alone.
I name ’em all like children,
I treat ’em just like pups,
my girlfriend left me mutterin’,
“Man, enough’s enough…”

Chorus

I’m addicted to the spines,
the green and desert sand,
got a shovel in my truck,
and a trowel in my hand.
They call me crazy,
but I just give a shrug,
I could have worse habits,
at least it’s not drugs.

Bridge

Now there’s one in the kitchen,
and a couple by the bed,
one on top the mini fridge,
one where she used to sit instead.
Yeah, I miss her some on Sundays,
but I still ain’t givin’ up,
this little cactus habit
beats a whole lot rougher stuff.

Final Chorus

I’m addicted to the spines,
the green and desert sand,
got a shovel in my truck,
and a trowel in my hand.
They call me crazy,
but I just give a shrug,
I could have worse habits,
at least it’s not drugs.

Outro (spoken)

Now if y’all excuse me…
Lowe’s got succulents on clearance.

Smooth classic country, warm male vocal, traditional Nashville sound, clean acoustic guitar, soft steel guitar, light fi