Corey Smith – Daddys Weed (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
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I’s out in Daddy’s woodshop about 17 years old

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Stacking up some lumber, sweeping sawdust off the floor

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Way over in the corner, I smelled something kind of strange

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I looked behind a can of paint and found a bag of Mary Jane
I thought “What the hell is this?” [Verse 2]
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It threw me for a loop… had me feeling all mixed up

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Cause Daddy always told me only hippies smoke that stuff

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Well I knew damn good and well he wasn’t leaning to the left

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And he’d rather die and go to hell than listen to the Grateful Dead
[Chorus]
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The day I found my Daddy’s weed

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I knew the truth and it set me free

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That’s when I learned this apple didn’t fall far from the tree

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I did a lot of growing up the day I found my Daddy’s weed
[Verse 3]
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Now, Mom was getting groceries and Dad was out of town

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So I sat there on the workbench contemplating what I’d found

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I went from feeling kinda pissed to thinking “What the hell?”

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I got my bowl out of the truck and broke off a little for myself
You’re damn right! [Verse 4]
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That shit was awful sticky… it had crystals on the leaves

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Smelled kinda like a skunk and kinda like a Christmas tree

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It might of come from California or maybe Colorado

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But it was on a different level than what I’s getting down the road
[Chorus]
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The day I found my Daddy’s weed

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It’s one of my favor-ite memories

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That’s when I learned this apple didn’t fall far from the tree

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I did a lot of growing up the day I found my Daddy’s weed
[Bridge]
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I only hit it once and damn it hit me hard

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I flew straight to the moon and back sitting in the yard

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And suddenly I understood why Daddy loved to work so much

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When we heard him out there coughing… it wasn’t from the dust
[Chorus]
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The day I found my Daddy’s weed…

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Aw, it still gets to me…

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The little blonde haired boy who used to bounce upon his knee

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Became the man out in the backyard stoned on Daddy’s weed

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All messed up on Daddy’s weed!

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Daddy’s weed…

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Daddy’s weed…

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Stoned on Daddy’s weed…