BEATS GROWING CORN By Tom Jensen
I’m just a farmer
growing marijuana
I don’t wanna harm ya
I’m not trying to alarm ya
Just here to tell you
That I bought a new shotgun
With the name on it of anyone caught
Trying to snatch my crops and run
I built some giant fences
To use as my defenses
Against anyone here
not coming to their senses
Grandma’s in the tower
feeling like king of the hill
She drools while she chews bullets
She’s got great aim and shoots to kill
My wife is in the greenhouse
pickin’ all my crops
While my youngest son spends his time
keeping an eye out for the cops
I’m not gonna harm ya
Not trying to alarm ya
Just be weary when you visit
a marijuana farmer
Wintertime around this place
you couldn’t feel any higher
Whenever we get cold we toss
another plant into the fire
The heat is always set
between eighty and ninety-five
It’s actually amazing
that we’re still alive
We’re just simple folks
having fun before we’re old
If you’re ever passing by
come on in from the cold
The door is always open
and the fire’s always warm
We all think that this is the life…
Hell….It sure beats growing corn