Daddy's Weed lyrics - Corey Smith

I was out in Daddy's wood shop, 'bout seventeen years old

Stacking up some lumber, sweeping saw dust off the floor

Way over in the corner, I smelled something kinda strange

I looked behind a can of paint and found a bag of Mary Jane

(I thought "What the hell is this?")

It threw me for a loop, had me feeling all mixed up

'Cause Daddy always told me only hippies smoked that stuff

I knew damn good and well he wasn't leaning to the left

He'd rather die and go to hell than listen to the Grateful Dead

The day I found my daddy's weed

I knew the truth and it set me free

That's when I learned this apple didn't fall far from the tree

I did a lot of growing up the day I found my daddy's weed

Now, Mom was getting groceries and Dad was outta town

So I sat there on the workbench contemplating what I'd found

I went from feeling kinda pissed to thinking "What the hell"

I got my bowl out of the truck and broke off a little for myself

(Damn right)

That shit was awful sticky, had crystals on the leaves

Smelled kinda like a skunk and kinda like a Christmas tree

Might've come from California or maybe Colorado

But it was on different level than what I was getting down the road

The day I found my daddy's weed

One of my favorite memories

That's when I learned this apple didn't fall far from the tree

I did a lot of growing up the day I found my daddy's weed

I only hit it once and damn it hit me hard

Flew straight to the moon and back, sitting in the yard

Suddenly I understood why Daddy loved to work so much

When we heard him out there coughing it wasn't from the dust

The day I found my daddy's weed

Oh, it still gets to me

The little blonde haired boy who use to bounce upon his knee

Became the man out in the backyard stoned on daddy's weed...