High On Life — текст песни (Vincent Gene)

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`