Bag of Weed

Verse 1 Got a bag of weed and a half-dead car, gaslight glowin’, but we ain’t too far. Radio’s screamin’ some outlaw tune, sky’s gone purple, it’s only noon. Chorus Bag of weed, bottle of rye, ridin’ that line where angels fry. Don’t need money, don’t need speed, all I need’s my dirty creed — and my bag of weed. Verse 2 Sheriff don’t smile and the preacher won’t pray, but I roll salvation my own damn way. She’s laughin’ naked on the motel bed, smoke curls halo round her head. Bridge Fade to green, fade to black, love and resin, both stick to your back. Final Chorus Bag of weed, bottle of rye, kiss the sun and watch it die.