Story Behind The Song

In the 1990's, Chris was a regular at Marijuana Legalization Events in Arkansas and often set around the campfire playing music after the live band would finish. One night he showed up at the campfire and said listen to this. That was the begining of the "Hippie Knights" that evolved into "Freedoms' Children", he house band of the Arkansas Marijuana Party.

Song Description

It's the story of a guy who was just crusin' down the road to go catch a buzz with a friend and ends up doing hard time.

Lyrics

Rollin' down the road with a bag of weed.
Not much stem and just a little seed.
Easing back in the seat watching the miles go by.
Gonna see a friend and get a little high.

They say I'm a criminal.
Some kinda social disease
Why can't they understand.
I'm not as bad as I seem.
I don't wanta hurt nobody
For that I have no need.
Why don't we all stand and shout
"Hey Man, Free The Weed"

Rollin' down the highway without a care.
Who'da thought a lawman would be waiting there.
I saw those blue lights and I thought I was dead.
I looked in that mirror, man my eyes were red.

They say I'm a criminal.
Some kinda social disease
Why can't they understand.
I'm not as bad as I seem.
I don't wanta hurt nobody
For that I have no need.
Why don't we all stand and shout
"Hey Man, Free The Weed

He tapped on my window and I turned to see.
This big ugly dog stareing right at me.
He sniffed my crouch and began to bark
From that moment on my lifes look pertty dark

Here I'm setting in the county pen
Just a little window to let the light in
They say I'm doing 3 to 5
I guess I'm lucky at least it ain't life.

They say I'm a criminal.
Some kinda social disease
Why can't they understand.
I'm not as bad as I seem.
I don't wanta hurt nobody
For that I have no need.
Why don't we all stand and shout
"Hey Man, Free The Weed