| Sometimes I get stoned in my backyard
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| Lay off in the tall grass, so my view is of stars
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| I think about nothin', get to clear my thoughts
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| From all the thunder and lightnin' so I feel a spark
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| Sometimes I get higher than the Colorado Rockies
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| Hopin' that the county sheriff don’t stop me
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| Like Charlie Daniels said, you shouldn’t smoke that dope
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| But damn it I can’t help, I love rollin' stoned
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| With the windows rolled down and the radio up
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| Sweet tea full in my Solo cup
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| Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's
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| Soundin' like a concert out my beat up door
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| Arm hangin' out the window, smile and a wave
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| Smokin' on some grown where the cattle graze
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| Charlie Daniels said you shouldn’t go smoke that dope
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| But, hell, I can’t help I love rollin' stoned
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| Yeah, I love rollin' stoned
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| Smoke rollin' 'round the cab with the dome light on
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| Lookin' like a stage for a Lynyrd Skynyrd song
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| Hangin' out with Mary Jane but she’s makin' the time go slow
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| Makin' memories with my buddies through the thick green smoke
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| Puff passin' out the windows of my old Tahoe
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| Lifted so damn high I can’t come down
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| Drivin' under the speed limit in my town
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| With the windows rolled down and the radio up
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| Sweet tea full in my Solo cup
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| Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's
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| Soundin' like a concert out my beat up door
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| Arm hangin' out the window, smile and a wave
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| Smokin' on some grown where the cattle graze
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| Charlie Daniels said you shouldn’t go smoke that dope
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| But hell, I can’t help, I love rollin' stoned
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| Yeah, I love rollin' stoned
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| There ain’t nothin' like the swayin' of a windy back road
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| Baked out like a barn full of tobacco
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| I know Jesus drank wine but I bet he wouldn’t mind
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| Sittin' with me in my Chevy, passin' 'round a few times
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| With the windows rolled down, the radio up
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| Sweet tea full in our Solo cups
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| Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's
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| Like a concert out my beat up door
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| Arm hangin' out the window, smile and a wave
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| Smokin' on some grown where the cattle graze
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| Ol' Willie said there’s not nothin' wrong with smokin' dope
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| So light one up, and lets go rollin' stoned
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| So pass me that, and lets start rollin' stoned |