I See Hawks in L.A. - Humboldt

Half a mile from the county line
Half a mile and I'm feelin' fine
In Humboldt, Humboldt

Spark it up and let it out
Breathe it in, what it's all about
40 pounds in the back of my van
It's all a part of the master plan
In Humboldt, Humboldt

When I cross that line I'll be feelin' fine in Humboldt

Chopper's up in the sunny sky
Law enforcement is on my mind
I'd be glad to plant corn in the ground
But corn don't go for $3000 a pound
In Humboldt, Humboldt

Sweet mama walking through my field
Her feet are sticky with a bountiful yield
Don't need no technology
Just the moon sun stars and sea

In Humboldt, Humboldt

When I cross that line
I'll be feeling fine in Humboldt
Cool my mind, won't do time in Humboldt

If I beat the DEA
Just ten stoney hours to my friend in L.A.
Next stop is a jumbo jet
Fly me to the fields of Tibet

Bye bye Bush, I'm outta here
Tibet is my new frontier
I quit my job at the 7-11
Now I'm headed off to a stoney heaven

When I cross that line I'll be feeling fine in Humboldt
Cool my mind won't do no time in Humboldt
Let the bonfires burn and the children learn in Humboldt
Ooh, Humboldt
Hope I die in Humboldt

Written by:
Paul Lacques, Robert James Waller

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