Toking of the Green....

Discussion in 'Music genres, Bands and Artists' started by Storm Crow, Mar 16, 2012.

  1. [FONT=&quot]With apologies to [/FONT][FONT=&quot]Dion Boucicault (but somehow, I think he would understand! :smoke:)[/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot] To the tune of "Wearing of the Green". :D
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    [FONT=&quot]Oh my friends, dear, and did you hear
    The news that's going round,
    Cannabis is forbid by law
    To grow on any ground.
    420 Day no more we'll keep
    The plant it can't be seen
    For there's a bloody law agin'
    The toking of the green.
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    [FONT=&quot]I met with Rapper Tandy
    And he took me by the hand
    And he said "How's our home land?
    And how does she stand?"
    She's the most distressful country
    That ever you have seen,
    They're jailing men and women there
    For toking of the green. [/FONT]
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    [FONT=&quot]Then since the laws we must endure[/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot] Are by racism fed
    Sure all tokers will n'er forget [/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]All the blood that that has been shed.
    You may take the pot seed from your joint
    And cast it on the sod,
    But 'twill take root and flourish still
    For its blessed by God. [/FONT]
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    [FONT=&quot]When the law can stop the blades of grass
    From growing as they grow,
    And when the buds in summer time
    Their trichomes dare not show,
    Then I will change the leaf
    That I toke unseen,
    But till that day I'll stick for aye
    To toking of the green. [/FONT]
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    [FONT=&quot]But if at last our sweet herb should
    Be torn from our land's heart,
    We all with shame and sorrow
    From the dear old sod will part.
    I've heard a whisper of a country
    called Cali-for-ni-ay,
    Where tokers can light one up
    In the light of freedom's day. [/FONT]
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    [FONT=&quot]My friends, how can you bear this,
    These laws by the prohib's hand?
    Must we ask a mother's welcome
    From that strange, but happy, land?
    Where the cruel cross of prohibition
    Never shall be seen
    And where in peace we'll live and die
    Toking all that green.[/FONT][FONT=&quot] :smoke:

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