| Boy, shes really frantic,
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| the wildest chick in town
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| She blows her gauge,
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| flies in a rage,
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| Sweet Marijuana Brown
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| In her victory garden,
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| The seeds grow all around
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| She plants, you dig,
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| she’s flipped her wig,
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| Sweet Marijuana Brown
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| She don’t know where she’s going,
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| She don’t care where she’s been
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| But every time you take her out,
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| she bound to take you in Boy, that gal means trouble,
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| you oughta put her down
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| Get hip, take care, look out, beware of Sweet Marijuana Brown
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| She don’t know where she’s going,
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| She don’t care where she’s been
|
| But every time you take her out,
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| she bound to take you in Boy, that gal means trouble,
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| you oughta put her down
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| Get hip, take care, look out, beware of Sweet Marijuana Brown |