Last time I lived in the country
"Hey man" was the language I spoke
Nixon was Nixon was Nixon
And a toke was a toke was a toke

One day they rode out to the country
In a shiny blue unmarked car
I'd waited too long for the harvest
Stayed out too late at a bar

I was sleeping when they knocked at my bedroom
And said, "Hoss, you're gon' take a fall
From as high as Kareem Abdul Jabbar
When he goes up for the ball

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Last time I lived in the country
I was wild and crazy and broke
Nixon was Nixon was Nixon
And a toke was a toke was a toke

They put me in with all the hard cases
Check forgers and stereo thieves
Outside, the law boys were divvying up
Nine pounds of smokeable leaves

My buddies rode down and got me
We smoked a joint on the way home
We swore we'd get even with those fuckin' pigs
But all we ever did was get stoned

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The judge said a change of scenery
Might be the best thing for you
So I moved my ass up to the city
Singing the country blues

I made up songs for a living
Made me some new good friends
Finally made enough money
To move back to the country again

Got a nice little spot in the garden
Just right for some reefer to grow
But I don't want to go back to the city
So I ain't gon' do that no mo'

I just light up a big fat Havana
And pull on the lawnmower choke
Nixon is Nixon's still Nixon
And a good cigar is a smoke

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by Jim Wann © 1985 Friendly Guy (ASCAP)