Oh we plant, we plant, we plant the seed and then we grow,
grow, grow the weed
and we pull the weed and we sell the green.
We trade some off for kerosene,
that's cold juice wine.
When you grow the weed,
you gotta hide it away
Young grown punks will steal it today
If it ain't them punks,
it's the authorities
Pullin' my weed and
steppin' on my bees
So we plant the seed early in the spring,
we fertilize with anything, and we haul the
water if the rain don't fall, we pray the
Lord will make a call on us.
It's against the law, we know, we know
You ain't shittin', ho, ho, ho
But in nature's law, we know, we know
It is written, grow, grow, grow
In the hills of
Kentucky, it's the poor man's high
In the streets of
D .C., it's rich fools' pie
And I know it's good herb for you and I
You know I wrote this song while
I was high on the weed
If you puff the weed,
you're nothin' but a slave
Oh my lord, it's the weed I crave
At the
Snake
Charmer's school,
at the charm school for snakes
A bunch of torpid vi pers was layin' around
shit -faced
It's a fade city here