Weed And Wine - Live

I come from the land
Of weed and wine
I Pray to the gods
Of good crops and good times
I Answer to mother nature
Who ain't always kind
The gifts that she gives us
Get us
Through this life
Living is high on a farm
With kush and cabernet
A three hour ride on the bus
What did you learn today
The old man speaks physics and Nietzsche
And cleans out his gun
When the harvest comes we'll all run out
And make hay in the sun
We come from the land
Of weed and wine
We pray to the gods
Of good crops and good times
We answer to mother nature
Who ain't always kind
The gifts that she gives us
Get us, through the life
It's hard to keep the kids satisfied
With fields and fresh air
Homemade clothes, homegrown food
They know what's out there
Well three months of harvest beats working
Minimum wage
Yeah, lots of folks say they will leave
But come back to stay
They come from the land
Of weed and wine
Pray to the gods
Of good crops and good times
They answer to mother
Who ain't always kind
The gifts that she gives us
Get us
Through this life
Through this life
Through the life
Through this life
Oh life