Cops Took My Weed
The cops took my weed
Driving through Missouri / misery
And fortunately, they let me go
But they gave me a ticket
Yes they gave me a court date
And on April 14th, I must return to Missouri / misery
And I will face the judge
Say it’s my medicine
And that I can not live
I can not live, I can not live
In this country anymore
They stood us in the cold
And they made us drop our drawers
And they opened every door, every door
When the bust was done
They found seven plastic baggies
With marijuana crumbs
And the bust was just a joke on us
The cops took my weed
When I was in Missouri / misery
And fortunately, they let me go
But they gave me a ticket
And they gave me a court date
And on April 14th, I must return to Missouri / misery
And I will face the judge
Tell him it’s my medicine
And that I can not live
I can not live, I can not live
In this country anymore
June 28th, 2008
Cops Took My Weed 2008-06-07 late-night retelling of the Missouri story in the neighboring state of Kansas, with special guests on percussion and lap steel. Listen for Reed’s bass solo in this version. The bass solo is about half-way through the track. Check out how Reed on bass and his friend on percussion pick up the pace at the end of the bass.
February 12th, 2009
ben c tells the story here: TLG 1-22-2004 mp3
June 7th, 2010
Verse: A F#m D A G D A
Chorus: F#m E D A D A D A F#m D A