The Stoner Highway

I’m a rolling stone, all alone and lost.  For a life of fun, I’ve paid the cost.

When I pass by, all the people say:  Just another dude, on the stoner highway.

Thin rice paper, or a pipe real small.  Nug of kind bud, makes it all worthwhile.

From the day we met, my life it changed.  Starting rolling down the stoner highway.

I was just a boy, only fifteen.  Neither good nor bad, something in-between.

But I got lost, and went astray.  Couldn’t stop goin’ down that stoner highway.

Now boy’s don’t take no breakfast dab.  Unless of course, life’s become too drab.

Take my advice or you’ll rue the day.  You lost control on the stoner highway.

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