Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rollin Stoned II , by - Upchurch. Song from the album Everlasting Country, in the genre КантриRelease date: 19.04.2020
Record label: RHEC, Stonebaby Sounds
Song language: English
Rollin Stoned II |
| Sometimes I get stoned in my backyard |
| Lay off in the tall grass, so my view is of stars |
| I think about nothin', get to clear my thoughts |
| From all the thunder and lightnin' so I feel a spark |
| Sometimes I get higher than the Colorado Rockies |
| Hopin' that the county sheriff don’t stop me |
| Like Charlie Daniels said, you shouldn’t smoke that dope |
| But damn it I can’t help, I love rollin' stoned |
| With the windows rolled down and the radio up |
| Sweet tea full in my Solo cup |
| Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's |
| Soundin' like a concert out my beat up door |
| Arm hangin' out the window, smile and a wave |
| Smokin' on some grown where the cattle graze |
| Charlie Daniels said you shouldn’t go smoke that dope |
| But, hell, I can’t help I love rollin' stoned |
| Yeah, I love rollin' stoned |
| Smoke rollin' 'round the cab with the dome light on |
| Lookin' like a stage for a Lynyrd Skynyrd song |
| Hangin' out with Mary Jane but she’s makin' the time go slow |
| Makin' memories with my buddies through the thick green smoke |
| Puff passin' out the windows of my old Tahoe |
| Lifted so damn high I can’t come down |
| Drivin' under the speed limit in my town |
| With the windows rolled down and the radio up |
| Sweet tea full in my Solo cup |
| Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's |
| Soundin' like a concert out my beat up door |
| Arm hangin' out the window, smile and a wave |
| Smokin' on some grown where the cattle graze |
| Charlie Daniels said you shouldn’t go smoke that dope |
| But hell, I can’t help, I love rollin' stoned |
| Yeah, I love rollin' stoned |
| There ain’t nothin' like the swayin' of a windy back road |
| Baked out like a barn full of tobacco |
| I know Jesus drank wine but I bet he wouldn’t mind |
| Sittin' with me in my Chevy, passin' 'round a few times |
| With the windows rolled down, the radio up |
| Sweet tea full in our Solo cups |
| Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's |
| Like a concert out my beat up door |
| Arm hangin' out the window, smile and a wave |
| Smokin' on some grown where the cattle graze |
| Ol' Willie said there’s not nothin' wrong with smokin' dope |
| So light one up, and lets go rollin' stoned |
| So pass me that, and lets start rollin' stoned |