Mexican Gold

Came from the border with a bag in hand

Seeds of the earth from a distant land

Rolled it up tight with a twist so clean

Lit it on fire and it turned the scene

Red hair weave got me floating high

Clouds of smoke painting the sky

Dreams of freedom in every puff

This Mexican gold ain't no regular stuff

Planted in the sun where the rivers run

Grew wild and free 'til the harvest come

Packed in a suitcase carried with pride

This green revolution can't be denied

Red hair weave got me floating high

Clouds of smoke painting the sky

Dreams of freedom in every puff

This Mexican gold ain't no regular stuff

Stories in the leaves they whisper low

From the fields of Jalisco where the breezes blow

Every spark a memory every drag a tale

Of struggle and hope on this smoky trail

Red hair weave got me floating high

Clouds of smoke painting the sky

Dreams of freedom in every puff

This Mexican gold ain't no regular stuff