Twigs And Seeds

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[Verse 1]
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  Well, when I got home from work
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 last night   I headed straight for
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 my stash, 'cause
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  I wanted some of my private 
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blend which is   two parts grass to
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 one part hash.
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Well,   when I got to my little 
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secret hiding place and I checked 
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out my little plastic bag.
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Well,   there wasn't a speck of 
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that nice leaf left and I felt my 
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whole spirit sag.

[Chorus]
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There's nothing but   twigs and 
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seeds,   twigs and seeds
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and they sure don't deliver the 
punch that this ole head needs.

[Verse 2]
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  So I phoned up my old 
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connection and I said "Look, 
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Richard, this is an emergency, man, 
look, I
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just discovered that I am   fresh
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 out of that herb that's so dear to
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 me. You know what I mean man?"
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"Look, Jesse, I'd like to help 
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you, man", said, "I'm in business 
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to supply you with the weed, you 
know,
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but   the man just busted a whole 
huge shipment of mine and now 
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everyone in town's smokin' Twigs 
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and seeds".

[Chorus]
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There's nothing but   twigs and 
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seeds,   twigs and seeds
         G            E7        A7  
            D7       G*      N.C.
and they sure don't deliver the 
punch that this ole head needs.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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  So, you have morning glory 
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seeds and nutmeg and LSD and model 
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airplane glue
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and peyote buttons an' Methedrine, 
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Benzedrine, Hexedrine;   someone 
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said banana peels would do.
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Let us say the use of these 
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various hallucinogrens was   
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somehow no longer a legal misdeed.
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Well, man, I still think there 
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ought to be some sort of law about
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 possession of nothin' but twigs and
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 seeds.

[Chorus]
                    C          
There's nothing but   twigs and 
        G
seeds,   twigs and seeds
         G            E7        A7  
            D7       G*      N.C.
and they sure don't deliver the 
punch that this ole head needs.

[End-Chorus]
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There's nothing but   twigs and 
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seeds,   twigs and seeds
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and they sure don't deliver the 
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punch that this ole head needs.