(Verse 1)Forty-five years up on this mountain peakSun beats down on the truth I seekThe air is thin but the soil is deepWhile the rest of the world is fast asleepHeavy rain falling from the skyKeep my green babies growing highHot summer sun baking on the ridgeBridges the gap from the ledge to the ditch(Chorus)I’ve been growing grunge for forty-five yearsThrough the sweat, the smoke, and the passing tearsHigh in the mountains where the weather is hotWater is plenty for my secret plotYeah, homegrown bush, it’s the best you can findEase your body, soothe your troubled mind(Verse 2)Memphis horns blowing through the valley breezeMixing with the rhythm of the shaking treesGot that roots rock steady in my old-school veinsBluesman hands washing off the stainsNo chemical trick, no factory lineJust natural sun and the passing of timeSticky green leaves reaching for the lightKeep a man warm through the mountain night(Chorus)I’ve been growing grunge for forty-five yearsThrough the sweat, the smoke, and the passing tearsHigh in the mountains where the weather is hotWater is plenty for my secret plotYeah, homegrown bush, it’s the best you can findEase your body, soothe your troubled mind(Guitar Solo - A smoky, pitch-bending blues solo played over a strict, rhythmic reggae one-drop drum beat)(Outro)Forty-five years...Still climbing higher.Hot sun, sweet water.That homegrown fire.Yeah, the bush is the best.Lord, the bush is the best.(Fade out on a lingering minor blues chord and a final thumping bass note)
