Hayes & The Heathens, Hayes Carll and The Band Of Heathens - Nobody Dies From Weed

There's a million ways to make grave, but nobody dies from weed
They decided to go to the magic show where flo she volunteered
To do her part for the sake of art, step up and disappear
The crowd all gasped when she got halved and then began to bleed
Some folks croak from mirrors and smoke, but nobody dies from weed
Nobody's punched their ticket on mother nature's gift
Or gone to meet their maker from puffin on a spliff
A hornet's sting, a boxing ring, cancer storms or speed
In ways diverse folks find the hearse but nobody dies from weed
He left his home for Yellowstone with a dream and a fifth of rye
He parked his truck and thanked his luck when the buffalo come by
He had cowboy pride boy he could ride but the signs he did not read
Some folks die from being dumb, but nobody dies from weed
Nobody dies from gettin high off of god's own grass
Never has that deep inhale turned out to be their last
A big earthquake, a hunk of steak, envy lust or greed
Ways abound to get under the ground but nobody dies from weed
When the roll is called up yonder and my spirit flies away
It won't have one thing to do with gettin stoned that day
The local bar, the closest star or some kind of dirty deed
There's a million ways to make the grave but nobody dies from weed

Ways abound to get underground, but nobody is gonna die from weed

Written by:
DRIVER WILLIAMS, HAYES CARLL

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