Paper Skirt Farm

I wake up with dirt on my jeans

Moon still stuck in the beans

Row by row, I play my part

Green hands, but a steady heart

I count them leaves like cash

Rain on the roof, then flash

Boots in the mud, I slide

Big plans tucked way inside

Watch that gold glow lean

Slow like a smoke-screen dream

If the fence line shakes

You know what it takes

Ganja farmer, that's me

Big roots, deep and free

Ganja farmer, don't lie

I grow high, I rise high

Ganja farmer, that's me

Tell the whole block, let it breathe

Ganja farmer, don't lie

I grow high, I rise high

Tin pail swinging by the fence

Hands too busy to act expensive

Knee-deep work, sunburned back

Still I never lost my track

Clay in the cracks, hope in the rows

One small seed, then the whole thing grows

Neighbors talk, let 'em talk

I keep moving, line by line, walk by walk

Watch that gold glow lean

Slow like a smoke-screen dream

If the fence line shakes

You know what it takes

Ganja farmer, that's me

Big roots, deep and free

Ganja farmer, don't lie

I grow high, I rise high

Ganja farmer, that's me

Tell the whole block, let it breathe

Ganja farmer, don't lie

I grow high, I rise high

Late sun burnin' the field

Every scar got a yield

When the night comes down

I still wear that crown

Ganja farmer, that's me

Big roots, deep and free

Ganja farmer, don't lie

I grow high, I rise high

Ganja farmer, that's me

Tell the whole block, let it breathe

Ganja farmer, don't lie

I grow high, I rise high