Homegrown legend

Written By: Brent Beamer 

Always had the best homegrown

Grew it out on County Road 886

We'd sit and talk and listen to Neil Young

In the middle of a corn field 

Was the crop that kept them alive

Wasn't controlled by a banker, 

On Wall Street trying to make a dime

They kept the county stoned as hell

In 77' ooh that smell

A stranglehold on the county drug trade,

But all good things must come to an end

Barns full of old combines and old tractors

Twenty year old beer cans line the walls of the shed

And George Straight plays on an old radio on a bench

They didn't own enough land 

To compete with the corporations

So they started selling more green

The County got eyes in the sky in 93'

A Firebird with t-tops burned down the blacktop

They found him upside down still listening to ZZ Top

Red and blue lights shining on the trees

He learned a hard lesson, but he never gave up growing weed

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First Played Live

Sept 04, 2020

Times Played Live

34

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