Song Description

None-too-bright former pothead meets his end accidentally stumbling on a pot farm.

Lyrics

I just got in from Detroit
Now that it's winter you got better weather
I'm in a funny kind of stage of my life
Where I'm getting it together
For the last 3 years I've been bouncing
In and out of retail
Living with connections
Who were bouncing in and out of jail

All hail parental authority!
These words now can fill my heart with glee
Because now I'm beginning to see
Or that's what I'm told
The old man said it was here
Or in school or the street
So I packed up my bags
And put my old hiking shoes on my feet

God himself put these hills in this heat
Or so my uncle tells me
This pure mountain air is far sweeter
Than the stuff my friends sell me

So when I got on that plane
And when I landed at Ontario
I knew I'd come to a cross of some sort,
Or at least I hoped so
And when we drove up that hill
And to the San Bernardinos ascended
I knew then that I got my big break
And my old life had ended

I left the cabin by the Lake
Took uncle's Bible and a pup tent
The weatherman said it would be
The cleanest weekend that God ever sent
Gone from my mind were those nights
I spent in a maze
Wandering from this thought to that
In a smoky haze

But then I caught me a scent
A little different than these greenest needles
And taking form in my focus, barbed wire
Where I expected birds and beetles
So now I see me your face
And I offer my story
I'll assume that this is all grown for clothes,
Rope, oil and the nation's glory

When you open your eyes, I'll be gone
As if I didn't exist
And should I speak of what I've seen on this day
Then let me slit my wrists

"You better say all your prayers.
You've met your end in these forsaken hills
Your wandering ways have led you
To my orchard that cures every ill.
God invented the shotgun for me
To protect what's mine
And if no body is found
Then the law says that there's no crime