Saturday, December 31, 2016

Wacky Weed

WACKY WEED - Written by Carroll Bryant


Now my uncle Bill has a shack on a hill
Where he grows some mighty fine weed
And it's there all the time if he ever should find
That he ever really feels the need

He smokes it all day and he smokes it all night
When the sun is coming up he'll be feeling all right
He gets off every single night
Smoking that wacky weed

Now my uncle Jack has a shack in the back
Where he spends all day in his rack
And he gets by 
By just getting high
Hell, we all know where he's at

He smokes it all day and he smokes it all night
When the sun is coming up he'll be feeling all right
He gets off every single night
Smoking that wacky weed

Now my grandpa Lou he smokes it too
And he's hitting on eighty-four
He says it keeps him alive all the dang time
And he's always asking for more

He smokes it all day and he smokes it all night
When the sun is coming up he'll be feeling all right
He gets off every single night
Smoking that wacky weed

Now my name's Bob and I don't have a job
So I guess I'll be like the rest 
Just live in a shack and all kicked back
Doing what we do best

I smoke it all day and I smoke it all night
When the sun is coming up I'll be feeling all right
I get off every single night
Smoking that wacky weed

We smoke it all day and we smoke it all night
When the sun is coming up we'll be feeling all right
We get off every single night
Smoking that wacky weed
Smoking that wacky weed
Smoking that wacky weed






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