Lyrics

2) Marijuana Fields - m.litton

When I was a little bitty lad
I used to run down the cattle path
Through the marijuana fields back home
Down near where the old creek ran dry
The wild hemp grew over 12 feet high
In those marijuana fields back home

Then came years of boom ‘n bust
The days were low ‘n mean ‘n rough
In those marijuana fields back home
When the roads weren’t too damn muddy
We drove out, me ‘n my buddies
To those marijuana fields back home

Chorus: Oh when that female hemp put on her seed
You could pick a lot of weed
In those marijuana fields back home
It was down below Nebraska
You can tell ‘em that, son, if they ask ya
Those marijuana fields back home

Well we took some out to Californ
People said, “Why’d ya bring it here for
We can get higher off the air we breathe…”
I’m sure…and them pretty girls out in Californ
Had to find themselves a matador
Cause they brought out the longhorn bull in me
(chorus)

Now once or twice I’s nearly caught
And several times nearly shot
In them marijuana fields back home
But I got away so I guess I’m lucky
Though I never made very much money
In those marijuana fields back home

So next time you go cut the weed
I’ll just sit here ‘n sing
Of those marijuana fields back home…