coleslaw
Bluelighter
Weed saved me
The long dusty road tells a dear to my soul
Memories haunt my days and nights as I grow old
Listen to the words I say
Write them down don’t forget to pray
And then drink a beer to the memory of me
I’m trying to shake these chains that get me down every day
Drown my sorrows in a pool of piss cause I don’t give a flyin shit
I have a country twang and a banjo on my knee
I can’t even play the juke box, can you just let me be…
And have another beer to the memory of me
So the other day I came upon a woman plain as Jane
She asked if I would like to loose the bottle and my shame
She rolled it up into a joint just like I thought she would
I told her it wouldn’t do the trick, she said my shit is good
So hey man take a toke but don’t tell em it was me
I toked and toked for that whole night until the sun come up
The night was gone with my sorrow but I hadn’t had enough
The bottle my old companion there, now just in my past
Cause I don’t like a hangover, but damn I love this grass!
Green grass is the best vice I chose to take
Bottles get me down too much, I’d so much rather bake
Roll it up into a hoot, or smoke it up how you choose
Since I’ve found you Mary Jane, I’ve lost my old friend booze
I don’t miss my old chap, not a true friend indeed
Now I can score you a bag if you got some coin and the need
So if I can advise you son, don’t pick up a glass dick or Michelob
Come to my place with a bag roll one up and we’ll kick back
So hey man take a toke, but don’t say I hooked you up
This stuff is gold to cops they even can’t get enough
They toke it just like you and me and guys from super flea
They say it’s bad but my son I disagree,
weed saved me
The long dusty road tells a dear to my soul
Memories haunt my days and nights as I grow old
Listen to the words I say
Write them down don’t forget to pray
And then drink a beer to the memory of me
I’m trying to shake these chains that get me down every day
Drown my sorrows in a pool of piss cause I don’t give a flyin shit
I have a country twang and a banjo on my knee
I can’t even play the juke box, can you just let me be…
And have another beer to the memory of me
So the other day I came upon a woman plain as Jane
She asked if I would like to loose the bottle and my shame
She rolled it up into a joint just like I thought she would
I told her it wouldn’t do the trick, she said my shit is good
So hey man take a toke but don’t tell em it was me
I toked and toked for that whole night until the sun come up
The night was gone with my sorrow but I hadn’t had enough
The bottle my old companion there, now just in my past
Cause I don’t like a hangover, but damn I love this grass!
Green grass is the best vice I chose to take
Bottles get me down too much, I’d so much rather bake
Roll it up into a hoot, or smoke it up how you choose
Since I’ve found you Mary Jane, I’ve lost my old friend booze
I don’t miss my old chap, not a true friend indeed
Now I can score you a bag if you got some coin and the need
So if I can advise you son, don’t pick up a glass dick or Michelob
Come to my place with a bag roll one up and we’ll kick back
So hey man take a toke, but don’t say I hooked you up
This stuff is gold to cops they even can’t get enough
They toke it just like you and me and guys from super flea
They say it’s bad but my son I disagree,
weed saved me
