Owsley and Charlie, twins of the trade, Come to the Poet`s Room Talking about the problems of the leaf, And yes, it`ll be back soon
There used to be tons of gold and green Comin` up here from Mexico A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol? [The translation is: "Where is the plant, my friend, of the sun."]
But Mexico is under the thumb Of a man we call Richard And he`s come to call himself king But he`s a small-headed man And he doesn`t know a thing About how to deal for you
How to deal for you There are millions of you now I mean it`s not as if you were alone There are brothers everywhere Just waiting for a toke on that gold And God knows how far it can go
But thanks Uncle Charlie For your Mexican smoke You`re a legend Owsley For your righteous dope
There were a half a million people on the lawn And we sang to the faces in the dark How long must that damn race Wait for the jailer`s time to end? How long must the Panther race Wait for the iron bars to bend? And no no no no no nobody waits
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