High On Life lyrics
Green hickorywood will make your fireplace hot You try to explain to a
Berkeley cop He choked with with my peats and shot me down for pot I
said, man I'm clean, I'm just about to blow my top They finally took me in
for possession of... Love and my pocket knife But I swear to God I was
only high on life High on livin', high on lovin' High on livin', high on
lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' I have no suit lapel in which to hold my
flower I said Lord, that's okay man It's just the lateness of the
hour Well I be clean when heaven lets if shower They finally took me in
for possession of... Love and my pocket knife But I swear to God I was
only high on life High on livin', high on lovin' High on livin', high on
lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' High on livin', high on lovin' High on
livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' High on livin', high on
lovin' High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin'
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