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Upchurch

Rolling Stoned

 

Rolling Stoned

(album: Bad Mutha Fucka - 2016)


Church

Sometimes I get stoned in my backyard
Lay off in the tall grass, all my view is of stars
I think about nothing, get to clear my thoughts
From all the thunder and lightning so I feel a spark
Sometimes I get higher than the Colorado rockies
Hoping that the county sheriff don't stop me
Like Charlie Daniels said, you shouldn't smoke that dope
But damn it I can't help, I love rolling stoned

With the windows rolled down and the radio up
Sweet tea full in my solo cup
Listening to the humming of the 44's
Sounding like a concert out my beat up doors
Arm hanging out the window, smiling away
Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze
Charlie Daniels said you shouldn't go smoke that dope
But hell, I can't help, I love rolling stoned
Yeah, I love rolling stoned

Smoke rolling round the cab with the dome light on
Looking like a stage for a Lynyrd Skynyrd song
Hanging out with Mary Jane but she's making the time go slow
Making memories with my buddies through the thick green smoke
Puff passing out the windows of my old Tahoe
Lifted so damn high I can't come down
Driving under the speed limit in my town

With the windows rolled down and the radio up
Sweet tea full in my solo cup
Listening to the humming of the 44's
Sounding like a concert out my beat up doors
Arm hanging out the window, smiling away
Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze
Charlie Daniels said you shouldn't go smoke that dope
But hell, I can't help, I love rolling stoned
Yeah, I love rolling stoned

There ain't nothing like the swaying of a windy back road
Baked out like a barn full of tobacco
I know Jesus drank wine but I bet he wouldn't mind
Sitting with me in my Chevy, passing round a few times

With the windows rolled down, the radio up
Sweet tea full in our solo cups
Listening to the humming of the 44's
Like a concert out my beat up doors
Arm hanging out the window, smiling away
Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze
Ol' Willie said there's not nothing wrong with smoking dope
So light one up, and lets go rolling stoned
So pass me that, and lets start rolling stoned

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