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MISSOURI POT FARMER DANCE SONG $$

I got out my pipe stuffed it with pot

You better believe it held a whole lot.

I whipped out a lighter thumbed up a flame

Sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.

I tried alcohol smoked cigarettes

They did nothing but give me regrets.

My mom had arthritis could not walk around

I rolled her a joint she danced on the ground.

I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack

After I smoked some to me it came back.

Soon I decided prices were high

I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.

I bargained for seeds from smokers all around

Got in my truck and drove out of town.

I walked through the woods where wild birds nest

Found me the meadow I thought was the best.

I dug up the ground sowed all my seeds

Said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.

I watered at night with a five-gallon pail

Mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.

Seven months went by; I thought I would die

Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.

At night I went out, in a camouflage suit

Used my corn knife to chop down the loot.

I hung it up to dry where it couldn’t be found.

Came back and got it, when it had turned brown.

I trimmed off the buds, stuffed them in bags

Called all my friends and passed out free drags.

In less than a week my crop was gone

I flew to St. Thomas with a love hungry blonde!!

By Kansas City Tom Zart

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