From the recording Between the Wars
Lyrics
Marijuana Fields
m.litton
When I was a little bitty lad, used to run down a cattle path
Through the marijuana fields back home
Down near where the ol’ creek ran dry
The wild hemp grew over twelve feet high
In those marijuana fields back home
When it came time to milk the cows they could most all be found
In those marijuana fields back home
Our ol’ dog, he’d sic ‘em, send ‘em home with hooves a’clickin’
From those marijuana fields back home
Here come the cows! Sic ‘em, boy!
Then came years of boom ‘n bust, days were low, mean ‘n rough
In those marijuana fields back home
And when the roads weren’t too damn muddy,
We drove out, me ‘n my buddies
To those marijuana fields back home
Picked that hemp…yeah, picked it till the cows came home
Once or twice I’s nearly caught, several times nearly shot
In those marijuana fields back home
But I got away so guess I’m lucky
Though I never made all that much money
In those marijuana fields back home
When that female hemp put on her seed you could pick alotta weed
In those marijuana fields back home
It was up below Nebraska, tell ‘em that, son, if they ask ya
Those marijuana fields back home
Let’s pick us some!
The raccoon loves his sweet field corn, the milk cow loves her ol’ milk barn
And we all love them former days we roamed
And now ‘n then when the full moon shines
I long again for my high ol’ times in those marijuana fields back home
Yeah, when that female hemp put on her seed…