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Owsley and Charlie, twins of the trade, |
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Come to the Poet's Room |
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Talking about the problems of the leaf, |
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And yes, it'll be back soon |
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There used to be tons of gold and green |
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Comin' up here from Mexico |
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A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol? |
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But Mexico is under the thumb |
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Of a man we call Richard |
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And he's come to call himself king |
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But he's a small-headed man |
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And he doesn't know a thing |
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About how to deal for you |
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How to deal for you |
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There are millions of you now |
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I mean it's not as if you were alone |
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There are brothers everywhere |
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Just waiting for a toke on that gold |
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And God knows how far it can go |
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But thanks Uncle Charlie |
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For your Mexican smoke |
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You're a legend Owsley |
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For your righteous dope |
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There were a half a million people on the lawn |
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And we sang to the faces in the dark |
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How long must that damn race |
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Wait for the jailer's time to end? |
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How long must the Panther race |
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Wait for the iron bars to bend? |
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And no no no no no nobody waits |
