HomeMy WebLinkAboutCOM 0314.061 1996-1998 CIGARETTE SONG
Island man wakes up in the morning
Sticks his feet in the ground
Gonna work the soil, till sun ups' sun down
Now it's been that way for ever
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When your boys smote marijuana " -
And they won't smoke them cigarettes. ntn°-- Byy-
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I work the fields Gll noon time
Seek some shade for my head
I eat the meal that's fixed me
Give thanks for the sweat
'Cause I'm working for my family
to get the things we get
so I'll smoke my marijuana
And I won't smoke them cigarettes
And the police man try tell me
Pali what you do you must quit
But I'll smoke my marijuana
And he can smoke, smoke them cigarettes.
Sometimes I go a fishin'
Where I cast my net
It ain't the fish I'm catching
It's the people I met
And when they talk of freedoms
The one's they can not get
I say, you smoke marijuana
Or do you smoke, smoke them cigarettes?
Then the preacher than try tell me
Pali what you do is quite a sin
But I smoke my marijuana
And take a look with him within.
I fix a tea at evening time
Break some bread with my friends
We pass the smoke filled chalis
Draw it with our lips
'Cause it's been this way for ever
So momma don't you fret
When your boys smoke marijuana
And they won't smoke the cigarettes.
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke marijuana
Smoke it you be[
I'll smoke my marijuana
Till I smoke myself to death.
Copyright 1997
Paul A. Williams Ir.
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