[Verse]
Owsley and Charlie, twins of the trade
Come to the Poet’s Room
Talking about the problems of the leaf
And yes, it’ll be back soon
There used to be tons of gold and green
Coming up here from Mexico
A donde está la planta, mi amigo, del sol?
[Pre-Chorus]
But Mexico is under the thumb
Of a man we call Richard
And he’s come to call himself king
But he’s a small-headed man
And he doesn’t know a thing
About how to deal for you
How to deal for you
[Chorus]
There are millions of you now
I mean it’s not as if you were alone
There are brothers everywhere
Just waiting for a toke on that gold
And God knows how far it can go
[Post-Chorus]
You’re famous, Uncle Charlie
For your Mexican smoke
You’re a legend, Owsley
For your righteous dope
[Outro]
There were a half a million people on the lawn
And we sang to the faces in the dawn
How long will that damned race
Wait for the jailer’s time to end?
How long will the Panther race
Wait for the iron bars to bend?
No, no, no, no, no, nobody wait
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