All songs in this songbook are written by Larry and\or Peg Monaghan. YOU'RE A GRAND OLE BAG (to tune of "Grand Old Flag") It's a grand old bag It's a five dollar bag, Think about all the lives we will save It's the market free For you and me, A land that will never have slaves. It's a grand old bag It's a fifty pound bag So forever in peace we'll roll Should all the sentenced be unlocked Serving under a hempen flag. HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH (to tune of "Muddah, Faddah") Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah I been smoking marijuana Chasing rainbows Through the forests And my brain cells haven't felt a single trauma. Now my asthma is historic I can run and feel euphoric My digestion Is much better So I threw away the jar of paregoric. Take me home, oh muddah, faddah I won't roam, oh muddah, faddah Please don't dare to leave me Where I might be found and stripped by Bennett bare. All the farmers would be richer We could make the land a picture Fix the ozone Gee that's better Mother, father please don't disregard this letter. 1600 PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE (BENNETT'S THEME) (to tune of "Street Where You Live") We have often fought all this greed before We have seen the young ones bleed so we'd be free before In my penthouse high I can watch them die Right down there on the street where they live. Doesn't bother me, I'm in luxury I can even get the Feds to do my tax for me I live in the sky and my doctor's high I won't go on the street where they live. Old adrenalin feeling as the troops swarm over the land Like locusts food they are stealing as they fight from side to side for desert sand. I can have it all in my crystal ball And I'll suck the country dry until it's empty land Military might makes my country right Put it here in the bank where I live. AMERICA THE PITIFUL (to tune of "America the Beautiful") Oh prostitutes with almond eyes for fifty cents a game With purple mountain magazines depicting more of same America, America, you used to be so free But now you have police arrests from sea to shining sea! O pitiful for patriot's dream that lasted too few years The evil empires always seem to grow on waves of tears America, America, we love the life you taught But with commercial magazines can never more be bought! O beautiful for stars agleam, pollution to the sky The toxic waste of paper plants and plastic fills the eye America, America, your blood was shed in vain for all the founding fathers bought were ten short years of gain. And now that smog defouls the air through clouds we cannot see The memories of the greater years when we were truly free America, America, the time to stand is now Or doff your head like herbivors and be a herd of cows! JOHN BROWN OF THE 90S (to tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic") John Brown's body is a marchin' sea to sea John Brown's body was destroyed for you and me John Brown's body has returned to set us free But his truth goes marching on. Glory, glory hallelullah Glory, glory hallelullah Glory, glory hallelullah His truth goes marching on! I have seen him in the death camp that they call the city jail He was just another prisoner but his conscience did not fail They have broken up his family, his property's for sale But his truth goes marching on! I have seen him in the concentration centers for the poor Where the homeless folks are starving he goes knocking door to door When the sacrificial souls are called he's first one on the floor His truth goes marching on! While the preachers talked of slavery, he was working in the fields While the righteous prayed for bounty, from his brothers they did steal When the senate calls for taxes, with the Devil he won't deal His truth goes marching on! He holds that God is kindness and there's love throughout the land But to hold another prisoner of God was not what's planned To claim to be the wrath of God is how the Devil stands His truth goes marching on! If you listen in the evening, the Potomac calls his name And he always stands for justice, that will ever be the same His spirit knows no boundaries and the Devil he can tame His truth goes marching on! HEMP OIL (to tune of "My Bonnie") Chorus: Give back, Give back O give back my hemp oil to me, to me Give back, give back O give back my hemp oil to me. My hemp oil's imported from China It comes in in sterilized seeds To grow it right here is illegal Oh, give back my hemp oil to me. The levis my Pa wore were softer His paper was acid rain-free The light was a little bit dimmer But oh how we all loved to read Our diet is based on petroleum A product imported, not free Let's kick old Saddam in his oil wells Oh, give back my hemp oil to me. The seed cake makes cattle contented They give less of milk, more of cream This land once had lactose and honey Oh, give back my hemp oil to me. The cops are all high on enforcement Evangelists rule the tv Mr. Bush has declared war on broccoli So give back my hemp oil to me. The reason that Bush is addicted To oil that comes over the sea Is all of his puppets are robots Let's make them petroleum-free. Our Czar has a habit more bitter Than cutting and spitting on trees He drinks gin and tonic for breakfast Oh, give back my hemp oil to me. Khomeni took over the oil fields He ran the U.S. up a tree Iran became one big religion He made all them fuckers drug free. The moral is short to this story The answer is plain there to see The devil can't tolerate hemp oil So give back my hemp oil to me. SHRUBBERY (to tune of "Loverly") All I want is a farm somewhere Raising greenness and making air With hempen underwear Oh, wouldn't it be shrubbery? Lots of bud, lots of seed to eat Hempen oil making hempen heat And shoes that fit all feet Oh, wouldn't it be shrubbery? I would grow a little patch of mine upon a hill It would never stop to bud till after the frosty chill Someone dear by the hearth with me Even patter of little feet They'd grow and share with me Oh, wouldn't it be shrubbery? Shrubbery... Shrubbery... SIDE BY SIDE Well, we ain't got a barrel of seed oil Times are so trying and turmoil But we'll travel along, Sucking a bong Side by side. When the sky is the color of money Brown side to side it ain't funny Fill on up on the bong Toke till it dongs Side by side. Smells like Drug Czar weather Maybe the ax will fall But as long as we're together We'll hang him out by the balls. We could go back to where we once started Smog and the atmosphere parted From the "green" treasure trove Give me hemp in my stove Homegrown's fine We really mean it Homegrown's fine. WHEN FREEDOM COMES MARCHIN' HOME (to tune of "When Johnny Comes Marchin' Home) When freedom fighters come marchin' home Hoorah, Hoorah They doff their hats and grab a joint Hoorah, Hoorah We'll all toke up to say hello And then we'll pass the royal bowl And we'll all get high When freedom comes marchin' home. The politicians rule our land Hoorah, Hoorah They say we have no voice again Hoorah, Hoorah It's time to save the Bill of Rights Our Constitution's in their sights And we'll all get high When freedom comes marchin' home. Now's the time to call our friends Hoorah, hoorah It's time to fight a war again Hoorah, hoorah We'll join the march upon D.C. To save this country for you and me And we'll all get high When freedom comes marchin' home. THE GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME The old home town looks the same As I float down from the train And there to greet me was my brother's marijuana Down the road I look and there grows mary Hairs of gold and buds like oranges It's good to smoke the green, green grass of home. Well, they'll all come to see me In the shade, toking sweetly It's good to smoke the green, green grass of home. Then I wake up and look around me At the prison bars that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming There's a guard and there's a rope beside me Soon they'll hang me from an old oak tree It's death to smoke the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me As they drink and watch their big screen tv While they hang me up for the the green, green grass of home. AMAZING GRASS (to tune of "Amazing Grace") Amazing Grass Grows in our town It climbs above the trees I'd rather smoke than blinded be Glaucoma's not for me. Now hemp's been here Ten thousand years A gift from God that's free But now the drugs they advocate Are made by Bush/Lilly. With cancer from Atomic waste And smog that kills the trees The only cure that grows is hemp And it will set us free. HILLS OF MARIJUANA (to tune of "Halls of Montezuma") From the hills of marijuana to the hash of Tripoli We have tasted every kind of bud and never felt disease It's a plant that's grown ten thousand years And provides the things we need So let's take this precious gift from God Plant it sea to shining sea. When the soldiers of John Barley Corn come and burn our plants so dear We will hide and watch until they're gone then plant seeds far and near We can clean the planet for our kids So that they won't live in fear We will fight those faschist burning pigs Because they're the ones that's queer. When the world has turned a lovely green and the sea returns to blue We will once again live out the dream that was meant for me and you We will treat the forests with respect And the rivers will run clear We'll throw out the bums of Bush's sect And protect our country dear. SMOKER FROM MUSKOGEE (to tune of "Okie from Muskogee") We don't drink white lightning in Muskogee We all take our trips on LSD We burned down the jailhouse last September And ran the cops on down to Tennessee I'm prould to be a smoker from Muskogee A place where any head can have a ball We bring in the grass long bout September And sell it out in front of City Hall. The chief of our police is quite a swinger He pops pills and does his little thing If Bennett came on down, he'd surely swing here Our hemp rope's still the strongest thing in town. Well, gang, this is our first songbook. Right now, we're busy working on Number two. Please leave any comments. We welcome them. Feel free to copy these and pass them around. Let's make the movement rise up in song and let our voices be heard. Larry and Peg