Tobacco
Tobacco is an Indian weed and from the ground it do proceed
Roll it chew it sniff it smoke in your corn cob pipe you stoke it
Comes in tin or box or pack or you can buy it by the sack
Filtered strained or mentholated burley twisted or airated
T-o-b-a-c-c-o will kill me dead someday
Smoke tobacco Indian weed as from your lungs the smoke proceeds
People smoke from Maine to Greenville hack and sack from Bakersfield
People smoke from Knome to Dorsette TV doctors do endorse it
But beware the bear named Smokey doused that bud for real and stoggie
T-o-b-a-c-c-o yeah that's the stuff for me
[ harmonica ]
Tobacco is an Indian weed if from it's chains you are not free
The surgeon general says you're doomed sittin' in his smoke filled room
Those who smoke and think its sporty may drop dead before they're forty
As I sit back and puff on mine this wicked national pass time
T-o-b-a-c-c-o yeah that's the stuff for me
Tobacco is an Indian weed and from the ground it do proceed
Roll it chew it sniff it smoke in your corn cob pipe you stoke it
Comes in tin or box or pack or you can buy it by the sack
Filtered strained or mentholated burley twisted or airated
T-o-b-a-c-c-o yeah that's the stuff for me
Autor(es): John Hartford
