Lyrics

 
 
The Land of Weed and Wine
 
We come from the land of weed and wine
Pray to the gods of good crops and good times
We answer to mother nature
who aint always kind
the gifts that she gives us
get us
through the life
 
Livin is high on the farm, Kush and Cabernet
A three hour ride on the bus, what did you learn today?
The Old man speaks physics and Neitzche and cleans out his gun
When the harvest comes we’ll all run out, make hay in the sun
 
Pray to the gods of good crops and good times
We answer to mother nature
who aint always kind
the gifts that she gives us
get us
through the life
 
 
Hard to keep the kids satisfied with fields and fresh air
Homemade clothes  homegrown food They know whats out there
Well 3 months of harvest beats working for minimum wage
Lots of folks say they will leave but they come back to stay
 
Pray to the gods of good crops and good times
We answer to mother nature
who aint always kind
the gifts that she gives us
get us
through the life