Rolling Joints In Everglades
Ninety-five degrees outside the van we’re dying
Dry highway through the vast swamp cigarette is burning
Serpents aiming towards the breach she knows no fear of gators
We need some gas we need it fast or we are done for pretty soon…Yeah!
There will be no more stop signs
Toll booths or police cars
The place where we are heading to
Erased from every map
We’re rolling joints in Everglades
Let’s jing a jong while we are here
Crocodile king is lurking his prey is hypnotized
He’d been smoking very heavy grass with Indian chief for many years
There will be no more stop signs
Toll booths or police cars
The place where we are heading to
Erased from every map
We’re rolling joints in Everglades
Let’s jing a jong while we are here