[00:00.000] 作曲 : Willi Carlisle
[00:13.493]I sold my first joint in my sixteenth year
[00:16.194]The same time Baker got elected sheriff around here
[00:19.261]The county clerk must've thought it weird
[00:21.080]How far the ballot box was off
[00:23.674]In the Ozark hills, in the country of God
[00:25.755]We know the kinda money prohibition brought
[00:28.337]When Reagan made his war on pot
[00:30.156]He made outlaws of us all
[00:32.324]Well, I stole heirloom seeds from Humbolt soil
[00:35.205]Maui-Wowie, Diesel, and the Cali Gold
[00:38.040]The White Widow's the best I'm told
[00:39.607]For the hills of Arkansas
[00:41.924]And ten miles from any blacktop road
[00:44.131]On a couple hidden acres with a mobile home
[00:46.670]A short way away from where the sheriff was born
[00:49.142]I started my first grow
[00:51.912]20-watt bulbs and styrofoam
[00:54.108]Bush-hog, shovels, and a mile of hose
[00:56.608]They warned me at the hardware store
[00:58.143]They said, "The law knows what hippies grow"
[01:00.684]But haulin' chicken shit in my junked out truck
[01:03.021]I would sell anything for a greasy buck
[01:05.689]I'm Sam Walton, I'm JB Hunt
[01:08.000]I'm a job-creator, I'm a dangerous one
[01:11.423]Oh, hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
[01:14.245]A good man murdered, a bad man drowned
[01:17.061]The cops are all moonshiners now
[01:19.661]But the money grows on trees
[01:22.428]Yeah, the money grows on trees
[01:26.496]I met Sheriff Baker in the White River basin
[01:29.033]Starin' down the barrel of his Smith and Wesson
[01:31.433]He cuffed me up, he took me in
[01:33.217]I figured I would fry
[01:35.051]But a Huntsville jail is no place for me
[01:37.402]Two days later, they let me go free
[01:40.236]The sheriff said from now on he'd be takin' a piece
[01:43.003]Like the old days of moonshine
[01:45.324]A dollar for every dime
[01:47.484]And that sheriff was no flattop pig
[01:49.840]A knife on his boot, a nine on his hip
[01:52.060]An outlaw biker with a Mongol stitch
[01:54.096]Known wide and thought of well
[01:56.274]So I knew I'd have to pay that man off good
[01:58.744]There were long-haired hippies all over these woods
[02:01.299]But none had the firepower I would
[02:03.299]With a lawman on my side
[02:05.526]So I mouthed off the things I know
[02:08.099]How you kill the male plants so the flowers can grow
[02:11.015]I sent that sheriff on midday raids
[02:13.169]To rob and steal and confiscate
[02:15.901]Every bit of that green gold
[02:18.669]And I grew own my sticky bud full of pine and loam
[02:21.982]My purple-haired baby, my lover, my own
[02:25.264]I'm a lost boy from a good home
[02:27.332]I'm a Booger County CEO
[02:30.101]Oh, hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
[02:33.203]A good man murdered, and a bad man drowned
[02:36.140]The cops are all moonshiners now
[02:38.866]But the money grows on trees
[02:43.003]My first deal went through USPS
[02:45.454]And all the money came in as a cashier's check
[02:47.810]I thought twelve grand was the best it would get
[02:49.816]Oh boy, I did not know
[02:51.936]But money grows greed, and greed grows wrath
[02:54.838]Ten flour sacks full of weed and cash
[02:57.475]Sheriff Baker robbed me of half my stash
[02:59.903]Left his tracks for me to find
[03:02.171]Will you guard your pride, will you risk your life?
[03:04.827]Will you clasp your hands, and blow on the dice?
[03:07.514]Prison on the table, I just let it ride
[03:09.455]But I swore he wouldn't fool me twice
[03:11.940]A long haul drive with a cocaine grin
[03:14.631]A horse trailer full of my finest blend
[03:16.799]I struck a new deal with Armenians
[03:19.087]And the payout went sky-high
[03:21.357]Ten dollars for every dime
[03:24.224]In the Kings River valley with those very same caves
[03:26.958]That hid Cole Younger and Jessie James
[03:29.146]I couldn't spend all the money we made
[03:30.962]I buried a million presidents
[03:33.275]Fifty Gs in my sleeve like a stone-cold killer
[03:35.734]In a plantation house with a great big cellar
[03:38.142]I was throwin' up dirt with big diesel tillers
[03:40.581]For a few hundred more pounds
[03:42.614]And Sheriff Baker bought up all the land he could get
[03:45.053]And a black Mustang and a red Corvette
[03:47.633]The bigger we got, the bigger our heads
[03:49.326]Of course somebody came for it
[03:51.582]Yeah, the DEA put eyes in the sky
[03:54.465]So we grew hydroponics in the cellar inside
[03:57.515]We sat outside, and watched the planes fly by
[04:00.149]'Cause we were too damn big to fail
[04:02.102]With the sheriff throwin' 'em off our trail
[04:05.325]And you can lose your head, and you can curse your luck
[04:08.014]But the federales got a warrant for us
[04:09.949]Too bad that house got lightning struck
[04:12.316]What a wild-ass act of God
[04:14.563]Yeah, we were wild-ass actin' gods
[04:17.870]Oh, hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
[04:20.621]A good man murdered, a bad man drowned
[04:23.572]The cops are all moonshiners now
[04:26.177]But the money grows on trees
[04:28.653]Yeah, the money grows on trees
[04:34.439]I went back to that farm in the dead of the night
[04:36.880]To dig up the money that I never did find
[04:39.016]I had a good grow for the last time
[04:40.917]I got caught red-handed on the mountain side
[04:43.552]And the rich get richer, that's just how it goes
[04:46.219]They can poison us with pills and GMOs
[04:48.727]But I did a ten year bid for a little smoke
[04:51.085]Because a poor man can't get high
[04:53.002]Because it ain't white collar crime
[04:55.701]And I got out, but I never pissed clean
[04:57.748]I kept slingin' stuff on the low and lean
[04:59.761]Till Baker's side piece young Billy Jean
[05:02.215]She was gonna sell us out
[05:03.933]And there's things your whisper ear to ear
[05:06.339]Billy Jean up and disappeared
[05:08.207]Ya better button your lip, buddy, keep it sealed
[05:10.679]Take the truth down to your grave
[05:13.194]Sheriff Baker got low as a man can get
[05:15.524]Methamphetamines and a pile of debt
[05:17.462]Kid a suicide and his wife just left
[05:19.363]He said he wanted the end of it
[05:20.847]And I guess I could see why
[05:22.615]'Cause all the Hell's Angels wanted our heads
[05:24.566]For handshake deals and cash for sex
[05:27.201]When I found his body, he was long dead
[05:29.700]Dredged up by the riverside
[05:31.503]Drowned or murdered, I can't decide
[05:34.482]Oh, hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
[05:37.704]A good man murdered, and a bad man drowned
[05:40.787]The cops are all moonshiners now
[05:44.130]But the money grows on trees
[05:46.650]Yeah, the money grows on trees
[05:49.969]It's too damn much, this county's changed
[05:53.018]There's no good end to the outlaw way
[05:55.386]Nobody hires felons, so I can't go straight
[05:57.903]I'm wanna end it all myself today
[06:00.356]So robbed a Wally World off of MLK
[06:02.981]And I'm waitin for the cops to come take me away
[06:05.452]Can't ya see the blue lights comin'?
[06:07.332]Hey, they won't take me alive
[06:10.077]Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
[06:12.917]I'll leave in a bodybag but not in cuffs
[06:16.133]If it sends my soul to Hell
[06:19.970]Won't you tell my story well?
[06:24.771]Hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
[06:27.473]A good man murdered, a bad man drowned
[06:30.557]The cops are all moonshiners now
[06:33.490]But the money grows on trees
[06:36.274]The money grows on trees
[06:38.643]Won't you bury me in the rocky ground
[06:44.297]Where the money grew on trees?

作曲 : Willi Carlisle
I sold my first joint in my sixteenth year
The same time Baker got elected sheriff around here
The county clerk must've thought it weird
How far the ballot box was off
In the Ozark hills, in the country of God
We know the kinda money prohibition brought
When Reagan made his war on pot
He made outlaws of us all
Well, I stole heirloom seeds from Humbolt soil
Maui-Wowie, Diesel, and the Cali Gold
The White Widow's the best I'm told
For the hills of Arkansas
And ten miles from any blacktop road
On a couple hidden acres with a mobile home
A short way away from where the sheriff was born
I started my first grow
20-watt bulbs and styrofoam
Bush-hog, shovels, and a mile of hose
They warned me at the hardware store
They said, "The law knows what hippies grow"
But haulin' chicken shit in my junked out truck
I would sell anything for a greasy buck
I'm Sam Walton, I'm JB Hunt
I'm a job-creator, I'm a dangerous one
Oh, hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
A good man murdered, a bad man drowned
The cops are all moonshiners now
But the money grows on trees
Yeah, the money grows on trees
I met Sheriff Baker in the White River basin
Starin' down the barrel of his Smith and Wesson
He cuffed me up, he took me in
I figured I would fry
But a Huntsville jail is no place for me
Two days later, they let me go free
The sheriff said from now on he'd be takin' a piece
Like the old days of moonshine
A dollar for every dime
And that sheriff was no flattop pig
A knife on his boot, a nine on his hip
An outlaw biker with a Mongol stitch
Known wide and thought of well
So I knew I'd have to pay that man off good
There were long-haired hippies all over these woods
But none had the firepower I would
With a lawman on my side
So I mouthed off the things I know
How you kill the male plants so the flowers can grow
I sent that sheriff on midday raids
To rob and steal and confiscate
Every bit of that green gold
And I grew own my sticky bud full of pine and loam
My purple-haired baby, my lover, my own
I'm a lost boy from a good home
I'm a Booger County CEO
Oh, hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
A good man murdered, and a bad man drowned
The cops are all moonshiners now
But the money grows on trees
My first deal went through USPS
And all the money came in as a cashier's check
I thought twelve grand was the best it would get
Oh boy, I did not know
But money grows greed, and greed grows wrath
Ten flour sacks full of weed and cash
Sheriff Baker robbed me of half my stash
Left his tracks for me to find
Will you guard your pride, will you risk your life?
Will you clasp your hands, and blow on the dice?
Prison on the table, I just let it ride
But I swore he wouldn't fool me twice
A long haul drive with a cocaine grin
A horse trailer full of my finest blend
I struck a new deal with Armenians
And the payout went sky-high
Ten dollars for every dime
In the Kings River valley with those very same caves
That hid Cole Younger and Jessie James
I couldn't spend all the money we made
I buried a million presidents
Fifty Gs in my sleeve like a stone-cold killer
In a plantation house with a great big cellar
I was throwin' up dirt with big diesel tillers
For a few hundred more pounds
And Sheriff Baker bought up all the land he could get
And a black Mustang and a red Corvette
The bigger we got, the bigger our heads
Of course somebody came for it
Yeah, the DEA put eyes in the sky
So we grew hydroponics in the cellar inside
We sat outside, and watched the planes fly by
'Cause we were too damn big to fail
With the sheriff throwin' 'em off our trail
And you can lose your head, and you can curse your luck
But the federales got a warrant for us
Too bad that house got lightning struck
What a wild-ass act of God
Yeah, we were wild-ass actin' gods
Oh, hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
A good man murdered, a bad man drowned
The cops are all moonshiners now
But the money grows on trees
Yeah, the money grows on trees
I went back to that farm in the dead of the night
To dig up the money that I never did find
I had a good grow for the last time
I got caught red-handed on the mountain side
And the rich get richer, that's just how it goes
They can poison us with pills and GMOs
But I did a ten year bid for a little smoke
Because a poor man can't get high
Because it ain't white collar crime
And I got out, but I never pissed clean
I kept slingin' stuff on the low and lean
Till Baker's side piece young Billy Jean
She was gonna sell us out
And there's things your whisper ear to ear
Billy Jean up and disappeared
Ya better button your lip, buddy, keep it sealed
Take the truth down to your grave
Sheriff Baker got low as a man can get
Methamphetamines and a pile of debt
Kid a suicide and his wife just left
He said he wanted the end of it
And I guess I could see why
'Cause all the Hell's Angels wanted our heads
For handshake deals and cash for sex
When I found his body, he was long dead
Dredged up by the riverside
Drowned or murdered, I can't decide
Oh, hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
A good man murdered, and a bad man drowned
The cops are all moonshiners now
But the money grows on trees
Yeah, the money grows on trees
It's too damn much, this county's changed
There's no good end to the outlaw way
Nobody hires felons, so I can't go straight
I'm wanna end it all myself today
So robbed a Wally World off of MLK
And I'm waitin for the cops to come take me away
Can't ya see the blue lights comin'?
Hey, they won't take me alive
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I'll leave in a bodybag but not in cuffs
If it sends my soul to Hell
Won't you tell my story well?
Hippies, hillbillies, won't you gather 'round?
A good man murdered, a bad man drowned
The cops are all moonshiners now
But the money grows on trees
The money grows on trees
Won't you bury me in the rocky ground
Where the money grew on trees?