| D | |
| Rollin' my home grown, Smokin' a big bone |
| A | |
| Look at that ganja- covered with oil |
| A | |
| Using my tweezers, Got pot in the freezer |
| A7 | D | |
| Made a new pipe out of aluminum foil |
| CHORUS: |
| G | A | D | |
| Wastin' away | again in Mari | juanaville |
| G | A | D | |
| Searchin' fo | r my roach cli | p on a rope--- On a rope, on a rope, on a rope |
| G | A | D-A | G | |
| Some people | claim that the | re's a wom-an to blame |
| A7 | D | |
| But I know, that it's all this damn dope |
| Verse 2: |
| D | |
| Don't know the reason, Stayed here all season |
| A | |
| Maybe that last stick was a way bit too ston | g |
| A | |
| But I got a real beauty, A Columbian doobie |
| A7 | D | |
| And soon ill be up on my way along |
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| Verse 3: |
| D | |
| I blew out my bong pipe, Ran out of bud light |
| But I found some sash I had hidden at home |
| Put in into a blender, And soon it will render |
| These little fudge brownies that help me get stoned |
| CHORUS: |