The Ganja Goddess brings the ganja round
Somebody help me say look what I found
A little bit of Kaya makes a lovely sound
It comes up from a seed roots way in the ground
Straight up to the sky I say were homeward bound
She passed me a spliff so now I burn one down
The Ganja Goddess brings the ganja round
I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Columbia and Mexico
I just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
And now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I’m back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie don’t you know
You’d better stay away from Copperhead Road
Genesis 1:29
“And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat.”