The Marijuana Farmer
(D)One summer I (F#7) tried growing (Bm)marijuana
(D)(G) In a (A) garden behind my (D)trailer (A)
(D) A perfect (F#7)spot for growing (Bm) pot I thought
I had (E7) everything I’d (A) need (A7)
(D)I used the kids (F#7) toy box for a (Bm) planter
(D)(G) Filled it with (A) dirt seed and (D)water (A)
(D)Got a grow (F#7) light and knew it (Bm) might
Soon (E7) produce some first class (A) weed (A7)
(D)I moved the (F#7) plants out to the (Bm) garden
(D)(G) And added (A)some (D)manure (A)
(D)I got from a (F#7) cow, don’t ask (Bm) how
But I’m (E7) sure it would grow good (A) grass (A7)
(D)Then the (F#7) garden caught on (Bm) fire
(D)(G) Everything (A) burned right to the (D)ground (A)
(D)I think someone poured (F#7)gas on my (Bm) grass
Cause they were (E7) jealous of my (Asus4) stash (A)
But (D)somehow it (A) all grew (Bm) back
The (G)weed, the beans, and (A)peas
(D)Shot up (A)and I was (Bm)pleased
And the (Em)Mary Jane grew as tall as ever did in my (D) dreams
D F#7 Bm Bm / G A D
(D)The plants grew (F#7) taller than the (Bm) corn
(D)(G) That was (A) supposed to camouflage (D)them (A)
(D)They never (F#7) flowered but I picked (Bm) ‘em
I had to get (E7) something from the (Asus4) scheme (A)
I (D) dried it (A) in my (Bm)shed
One (G) puff and I (A) knew
it was (D) only (A) good for (Bm)rope
All that (Em)time and effort I found out why they called it (D) dope.
F#7 Bm
Did I (Em) try to grow pot again? (D) Nope.
D F#7 Bm Bm / G A D
Revised lyrics:
The Marijuana Farmer
One summer I tried growing marijuana
In a garden behind my home
A perfect spot for growing pot I thought
I had everything I’d need
I used the kids toy box for a planter
Filled it with dirt seed and water
Got a grow light and knew I might
Soon be smoking primo weed
I moved the plants out to the garden
And added some manure
I got from a cow, don’t ask how
But I’m sure it would grow good grass
Then the garden caught on fire
Everything burned right to the ground
I think someone poured gas on my grass
Cause they were jealous of my stash
But somehow it all grew back
The corn, the beans, and peas
Shot up and I was pleased
And the Mary Jane grew as tall as ever did in my dreams
The plants grew taller than the corn
That was supposed to camouflage them
They towered but never flowered.
I picked ‘em any way
Time to light up the pipe
And take the first toke
Might as well had been smokin’ rope
All that time and effort I found out why they called it dope.
Did I try to grow pot again? Nope.
