Well in 1937 congress bought Anslinger's line
They were makin' marijuana a sin and a crime
Well you can beat the government, you can beat your dealer, too
The answer's in your hand, and here's what you can do

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Save your seeds (Save your seeds)
Save your seeds (Save your seeds)
Sand, soil and water is all you're gonna need
Save your seeds (Save your seeds)
It doesn't take a miracle to cultivate a weed

My friend John Thomas certainly was surprised
Arrested by the cops after lookin' in his eyes
Foolishly he figured the Constitution guarenteed
His pursuit of happyness included smokin' weed

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Suzy cleaned her bag and she was heading for the trash
Well I grabbed her by the arm to preserve a future stash
I said, you want to see more of the kind around
Instead of throwin' it in the trash you should be plantin' in in the ground

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Some bearded rabble rousers had a special plan
They had a holy message to be spread across the land
They reached for some paper so the Good Word could be said
Don't you know the Holy Bible was written on hemp

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For thousands of years, they been puttin' it in the cloth
Makin' oil and paper and some pretty happy moths
If I smoke too much, I might lose my voice
Somethin' bout short term memory, but that's my choice

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